It’s gonna be a long two weeks. Yesterday I was sitting in a bar, now I’m in a cosy little cabin in the mountains where I’m supposed to try to sleep in the room next to a beautiful woman while my brain is running wild with thoughts of her naked under my red checked blanket. Or was that two days ago? Is this jetlag-induced hallucinations? It’s been a while since I hooked up with anyone. Maybe this is my brain playing tricks on me. She’s just a woman, one who doesn’t even seem to like me. I can certainly keep my dick in check.
