As a gentleman in my mid 30's most of my friends have been conned into marriage and children, this Friday I hit the gym afterwork, got home around 9, had a massive burger and fries and full fat coke after going low carb all week....and felt this rush around, my skin flustered and muscles hardened up I could feel my lats taking over.
I looked in the mirror and hit some mandatory poses and thought to my self there's no way I am depriving all the single ladies out tonight from this handsomeness. This girl I am kinda seeing is out of town on a modelling trip.
So I got dressed, put on a tight top and covered up in my Burberry trench coat and Gucci scarf and ordered a taxi to Mayfair on my own, got in a club sat down by the bar enjoying a couple of straight whiskeys before I hooked up with a group of 6 girls who had a table booked (borthday), I joined them and treated everyone to a big Grey Goose (wallet went ouch) but finished the night at 5 am going to their hotel and chilling out til 7am (nothing happened) but (the one) she's coming over to mine over Valentines and staying overnight as confirmed only this afternoon (going to work next day straight from mine

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Pic of us hanging out.
Who ever says going out on your own is not the done thing....I say you're just insecure men who can't face society and embrace it. If you have a great physique and a good wallet the world is yours
