Straight or not, there are few things that can top clubbing with a hot Australian guy at one of SanFran's hottest night clubs. Especially when you can work together to develop attack formations, so to speak. Alas, it's always an unpleasant surprise when the girl you've had marked for a good chunk of the evening doesn't speak a lick of English. Or, at least, when she pretends not to speak a lick of English. Ouch.
Filofro... number two? three? I lost count - is no more.
By the way, I don't title these entries anymore, simply because labels don't seem fitting. C'est la vie.
