so after the awkward introduction, i couldn’t help think, well, maybe. And as he excused himself and brushed past me, his smoke-scented beard caught my attention, and the curve of his lips through the hair seemed, well, worth investigating. some of my friends think it’s weird, since i don’t smoke, that every once in awhile i smell or taste a smoking man’s face and it’s just, well, such a turn on (and don’t get me started on a man who’s had a cigarette and a chocolate bar!). some time passes, and i find myself at the urinal, and next to me is that man who comes “highly recommended.” i dunno why kissing at the urinals is so hot, but take it from me – it fuckin is! after a few minutes, i leave the bathroom, i look for my friends. no where in sight, and he’s gone, too.
