Moroccan Hashish

1:30 PM Met with an old college friend for lunch to flirt around and catch up. He is a big time UFC fighter and works with the DEA now. Very sexy guy, we always used to talk nonstop about sex in class. We never hit it off romantically, but it was OK, because to this day we are still very good friends.

4:30 PM Went to the spa for a Brazilian, facial, manicure and pedicure. I am fresh and ready for more fun now!

6:30 PM Met with a sexy Brazilian who lives around my area for a coffee. Of course he wanted me to come to his place and "talk" there, but I quickly denied him since I knew I had a date later that night with someone else.

7:30 PM Met with the Senior Vice President or a big corporation (AKA my date) at a very high end restaurant. There he bored me to death with his stories of life and how he was just certain that deep down inside I am a very passionate girl, but I am afraid of commitment. Little did he know I was not a bit interested in him but rather in his status and for networking purposes. He was a Libra so he kept talking of deep emotions and commitment stuff, and by that time I was falling asleep.

10:00 PM Since it was an early date I decided I could at least go for another drink with him then ditch him and go see another guy. We met up with his friend at the French restaurant he owns and had drinks there. All the men at the table were like hungry dogs and I was their steak. After being eye fucked by every person in the restaurant, including the women, I decided to break it off and go home.

11:00 PM I get home and change to nothing but a short white T-shirt dress and a sexy thong.

12:00 AM I tell the Moroccan guy I am dating to come pick me up because I want to smoke.

1:00 AM Smoked a few joints and talked about everything in life. We got along great! Had many things in common and he is very good looking... Too bad he is not so talented with using his penis. I lost interest half way during sex and kept thinking of the next joint I was about to smoke.

2:00 AM After he attempted to have sex with me twice, I was very excited to be over with him. Poor guy thought we had a great time, but unfortunately he did not stimulate me in any way shape or form. Sometimes I feel bad for these guys, but then I snap back in reality and try to find my next prey.

3:00 AM Finally in his car on the way back home smoking a joint! Now i am in heaven! I was thinking of how comfortable my bed was going to be and how happy I was to not hang out with him anymore!

Conclusion: Boring date, delicious dinner, even more delicious drinks, forgettable sex and many joints...