a sex club last Saturday night, where, to my relief, I found no signs of anyone having actual sex. The following day I was insulted on the dating app Bumble (the one where women are “in charge”).
After 20 years an ex-boyfriend came out of the woodwork, which knocked me sideways. And to top it all off, a friend’s 50th turned into the kind of outrageous lunch that was just what the mood-doctor ordered.To put it in some semblance of order, let’s begin with the sex club.
I have no idea why I’m headlining it as thus; it was about as sexy as a trip to the fishmongers on a rainy afternoon.A ticketed event, the emails sent in the run-up to Saturday were filled with saucy, intoxicating mystery. “The venue will be announced the day before the event,”.
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