The Actor, The Officer, or The Businessman...

Le Sigh, little minxes, what's a girl to do?!

...These are my current options...

The army Officer is cut from the same cloth as an Abercrombie and Fitch model. His body is ripped. I mean, I wanna touch his 6 pack ALLLLLL THEEEE TIMMEEEE!!
[Teaser; our first date was filled of champagne, SoHo gay bars, and "Are you sure that's appropriate first-date behaviour?" ]

The Businessman is extremely well-(expensively) dressed, to the point where I had to quickly check myself to make sure I was appropriately attired (obvi, I was more than fine, let's be honest...) He is a home-owner just outside of London and is eager and more than willing to come visit me in town, which is no surprise, considering the way I left him [not] hanging at Paddington Station at the end of our first date...

The actor has the 'worst' body, and smallest 'assets' (read: flat-broke... cheeky, what were you thinking?? ;) and yet has this crazy hold on my attention. His raw sexual energy and intensity is incredibly addictive.
He's fucked up. I mean, completely living on a different planet, fucked up. But, go figure! 'Fucked up' has got my attention. He. Is. Ridiculously! Hot!!

... Just so you know I'm still alive and dating (where else and what else would I be doing?! You know me... ;-)

Chat soon! xo