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I’ve hinted generously and abundantly in my smss to Mariaan that I’m hoping to get her naked tonight. <\/p>\n
She arrives for our date looking radiant and ready to get undressed. But I could just be projecting. <\/p>\n
“Jeez, Roy,” she says. “This is so weird. I mean, I don’t really know what to say. It’s just weird.” <\/p>\n
“Me wanting to get you naked?” <\/p>\n
“No, the whole Coffee-Shop Schmuck thing. I don’t really know what to say.” <\/p>\n
“Cos it might make it onto the site?” <\/p>\n
“Yes!!!” <\/p>\n
“Relax, I’m not going to put anything incriminating onto the site. I’m quite sensitive that way.” <\/p>\n
“No, that’s okay,” she says. “I trust you.”<\/p>\n
There’s been some sort of odd mistaken identity thing between me and the waiter. When I arrived, I was playing with my Nokia 6600. The waiter said something along the lines of my having my entire life on the thing, and how I used it for everything. I was wondering how he could possibly come to that conclusion when he said, “I mean, I even see your phone coming up on our website statistics.”<\/p>\n
“Hmmm,” I said, “which website would that be?”<\/p>\n
He cuffed me gently on the arm, and smiled broadly, a kinda, ‘how-on-earth-could-you-FORGET!!!-which-website’ kinda smile.<\/p>\n
“Come on Sandy,” he said. “Our website.”<\/p>\n
“Uh…” I said, “Bad news… I’m Roy, not Sandy. But now I’ve got to know about this website.”<\/p>\n
“Oh no!” he said. “I’m so embarrassed. Oh no!!!!”<\/p>\n
And he disappeared.<\/p>\n
So I tell Mariaan about it. Our speculation is that this MUST be gay underground. I’m fairly camp, and very much in touch with my feminine side, and many gay guys mistake me for gay.<\/p>\n
So when Ian arrives to take her white wine order, he calls me Sandy again, but this time in jest, to show that he’s not ALL THAT embarrassed.<\/p>\n
He brings the wine, and I say, “Oh no! No quick escape this time. Reveal all!”<\/p>\n