Over the weekend, lounging in the pool at my new place, a friend and I noticed a very attractive Latin guy. He was seemingly by himself, sipping a Modelo, and was positioned right next to us. I racked my brain, trying to come up with an opening line, and all I could muster was to ask about the mole on his back and suggest he get it looked at. (NOTE: I did NOT actually say this. I did NOT actually say ANYTHING. But this was literally the only thing that popped into my brain.)
Because you know, skin cancer is always sexy. Sigh.
IHGB #342: The Tortured Poets Department
2 days ago
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