19 July 2013 – 12:13hrs
It is 4 years, 6 months and 5 days …. since i turned 30.
reached down to release the gear lock,
saw a metal jean button on the floor,
broken off and lying on the floor,
yanked off in haste,
and understandably pissed off about it,
she asked me to pick her up from the airport,
and by ‘pick me up from the airport’ i figured she meant ‘come over to my hotel and fuck my brains out’,
lost in translation,
i am not one to disobey the orders of a pretty woman,
i would have preferred the comforts of starched sheets and bleached towels,
the button concurs … hormones conquered.