the_bear

I was getting all excited about going to Thai Boxing and when I walked in the gym there were a load of muscly serious-looking blokes and no women, I thought 'fuck, how am I supposed to spar with them?' then the guy that runs the place told me it was Fighter's Night, I was pretty relieved except the two nights when they have mixed sessions, I can't go cos of work, so that was a bit shite.
Just shouted at Mike, my ex, friend and housemate, for not getting up because we're meant to be checking out a house. We're planning on buying a place between us to let to students, as a business plan type thing. Should be pretty cool if it works out, I'm a little concerned about our abilities to work as a team but I reckon we're both practical enough. We went out last night and he pulled like 3 times cos he's a stud but I just got bitten on the arm by his lil mate.
I don't care though because I'm not interested in random pulling for the sake of it anymore, and I tell you what, my hand and my imagination last night was way better than anything I would have brought home from the club, and I didn't have to kick anyone out of my bed this morning