Three Years and Foreskin A-Go-Go
Had she known he was a male stripper and a drug dealer she would have never fallen in love. They met at the local grocery store in the frozen food section, near the sausages.
“Excuse me,” she said. “I’m looking for some pork sausage. I think there’s some behind you. Would you mind…”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m in your way.” He smiled at her and immediately fell in love with her hair. He loved women’s hair. “I’ll move my cart out of the way. So, you like sausages?”
That was how they met. Minutes later, over a couple of lattes at the coffee shop, they made plans for their first date. He was immaculately dressed, tall, blond, and obviously worked out. She was beautiful without makeup, and thus used very little of it. He liked that about her. She was pure, clean, without a blemish or scar. Her brown hair was neatly brushed and fell around her shoulders like streams of silk.
“What do you do for a living?” she asked him while sipping her latte.
“I’m self-employed,” he said. “I run my own business.”