I admit my fascination with Chaturbate.com, the subject of the previous post, remains undiminished. And now I have become a fan of one of the performers, Karlos99. Good heavens, what a lovely little piece of pulchritude. He has beautiful blue eyes and thick, thick black hair and all the other expected bits and pieces.
And the little darling seems just enthralled with my free-spending ways; afterall, a boy has bills to pay, rent and the gym and whatnot. Why his mousse budget alone must be enormous. His answer to this is that I should come to Romania and marry him. And you know, I hate to be the one to burst your bubble, but this would not be the first relationship based on young beauty and old money.
Still, it does seem sort of headlong. We’ve only known each other a few dozen butt shocks. It’s these young boys and their go-go-go lifestyles. Why, back in my day, you had to get a stripper drunk first before he would propose.
I have to admit, too, I’m not all that sure where Romania is, exactly. I’m pretty sure you take a right a Czechoslovakia, but after that, I’d have to depend on Goole maps. Never a good idea. “Siri, how far is it to my stripper boyfriend?”