  Thanks for the compliments. My desperate pleas for attention are sometimes more fun than actually dating women.
At least, I tell myself that until I wake up at night with my cock in my hand. Here's how it unfolded: I got up to leave, was walking out the door of the bar and realized I left my card, turning to see my lovely running towards me. Alas, she only wanted me to pay the bill. A couple at the bar, realizing I was stupid and drunk, asked me if I'd pay for all their drinks.
At that point I said the now infamous (it's MORE than famous) line, "Oh yeah, put those on there...And then go ahead and..." The rest is history. To my credit, the guy there with me tells me she seemed flattered by the whole ordeal. In related news, the drummer will be meeting us sometime this week for drinks. Dry-wall sex will be planned at a later date... By the way, ever heard of toast-fucking? 
