I like to travel, read, write, dance and pretend. At the moment I am suffering an insufferable phase of self-aggrandizement, premature maturity and lack of wit.
If you think you can help me out of this funk, write me at idaman.z@gmail.com
Frenchman with a blinding smile, Ballantine, profumi di Capri, menage a trois, "tu est une coquine!", sex at midday, strip clubs, Rushdie's Midnight Children, seduction of a straight girl, trigonometry, kangaroo hunting, Ozzie flirtation, lezbars, drinks with old classmates, Thai food, Thai rock stars!, singles, 100 dollar bills, limo rides, Russian beauties, Mexican lesbians, pizza and beer, busting out the moves, girls on swings, orgasmic dancing, un bisous dans l'ascenseur, partying like a rockstar.
Pretty much sums up my last two weeks. Life's pretty good I'm purple from pinching myself into believing it's really happening.
