"Hows your day been?"
I look up from my drink. There was a tall man in a dark gray pinstripe suit in front of me. His hair was dark and unkempt and he was dangerously good looking and he knew it.
"Not too bad," I smile politely. I wasn't really in the mood to talk.
"I'm K," he says. "And this is B. What's your name?" I didn't notice the guy next to him.
And so it starts, the process of satisfying both our curiosities. Much as I wasn't up for it tonight, I am always a good sport when it comes to strangers. The story always fascinates me to some degree. We talk for about the time it takes for me to finish the rest of my drink before I make my move to leave. I find out that both men are Greek, from the same small town and that they have both been here for over a decade. In a place like Sydney, you can never tell if they are coming or going. He offers to buy me another drink but I decline. I was waiting for a friend who was late, I lied, but he insists.
The waitress brings over a round of drinks. We talk about Europe and the places we've been. He invites me to spend the summer holidays with him in Greece on his boat. I laugh. Some men will say just about anything. B orders another round. By this time I find out that B is a plumber by trade. K makes a joke about fixing up some pipes, and we all laugh. The light banter goes on for a while and I was actually starting to enjoy myself. B disappears, leaving me alone with K and I pull out another cigarette. We sank into more serious topics: the economy and the market. Familiar ground. I relax. Another round of drinks appear. When I finish the last one, I thanked K for the lovely company and excused myself. He didn't let me leave until we exchanged numbers and invited me out the next night. I said I would call him. If I were to have some sort of sign-off, that would be it... "I'll call you tomorrow"
To be honest I was actually a little interested in this one. He was smart, sexy, intelligent. A little shorter than I would have prefered, but everyone's a critic eh? I went home wondering if I was actually going to call him. Figured I'd sleep on it. Take things one day at a time. Who knows what tomorrow might bring?
I was just about to jump in bed when my phone went off. It was midnight. K's sent me a picture message... of his torso, right up to where his treasure trail ended, with just the base of his cock peeking up the bottom of the picture. He looked pretty damn good naked for his age. The accompanying text said: I had a great night, thanks for the company.
For one whole minute I stared at my phone, unsure of how to respond. This was new - no one has ever sent me a naked picture before! Especially not a stranger. Is that how things work here? Thanks for the company, here's a naked picture of me? How many copies of this picture has he sent out? I may be pretty adventurous but I have my limits...
I finally decided to reply: What was that about?!
He shoots back an apology. Said he was drunk. Blamed the drinks we had.. And another apology came. I woke up to a third apology, at 6am on a Saturday, saying he hoped him being naughty will not affect our future alcohol consumption.
Oh, the cheek. Too bad he couldn't wait just one more night. I might have gone out with him.
So I never did call him back. He never tried calling either. His picture, however, was a subject of much amusement to my friends for some time.
