The crowds gathered around again to ask the question that I had dodged many times before.
"What is your ideal man?"
They almost certainly were not expecting an honest response but this time, unlike others, I humoured them.
"A man who asks for phone sex and drunkenly sings me The Beatles while I'm in the midst of fingering myself."
Frowns appear on their brows "That's weird", they uttered perplexed. They didn't understand it.
But you blushed and pretended to busy yourself with the stock; because you did.
