FAUXMOSEXUAL

Have had a very heavygoing week as the goddamn council have hired me for salsa classes so I'm knee deep in Ricky Martin tracks and women who really shouldn't be wearing lycra. It's handy cash for my holiday but I'm begrudging doing it as I was quite enjoying having nights off - I'll do it til March although when I come back i'll probably still need to do it to pay off the credit card damage I intend to have in NYC and San Fran. I'm deteremined to re-enact the final scene of 'Sex and the City' when all 4 girls walk out the coffee shop arm in arm looking chic and fabulous! So I must have my Manolo Blahnik strappy sandals. I ain't a tranny but i know good shoes when Is ee them!

Went out last night and Julia came aswell. She was at a works do with David and Jon. David was a vision in his tuxdeo with scarlet cummerbund and dickie bow. Cameron's ex Peter came out aswell and brought a guy with him who I think was a works colleague. My task was to put my gaydar into operation and find out whether he sucked cock or minge. He was a chatty guy who had on a tight white Tshirt, had a white belt and sideshow nipples peaking through the top - Definite 'mo. He also had a notion to lift his top to expose his stomach whenever we were chatting. Now that in itself got me semi but I got the impression he would definitely take a wank and bj at the drop of a bar of soap in prison. I think the term is metrosexual although Cam did call it fauxmosexual. Whatever I wanted his sexual cock down my throat but before I could say my chocolate starfish was winking at him, he and Peter left. If Peter banged him I want details!!!

Revenge was mine when on Thursday in work I spotted Alastair (carrot cock who finished with me via text message) in the queue just as I was coming back from lunch. I froze and panicked slightly before quickly regaining my composure. I dashed to the toilet, washed my face and fixed my hair before casually strutting into the main banking hall. He clocked me and we spoke. We made small talk for a few minutes and I asked if he was out the night before, he replied "No. Why?" and I puffed up my chest in triumph and said sweetly "Cos you look terrible!! You've got a massive coldsore and bags under your eyes!" He said he still hasn't been feeling well. I laughed and said "I better keep my distance! See you later" and with that I turned and strutted along quite merrily leaving him and his coldsore. Immature? Yes. Satisfying? Very!