The Wonderful Life of Mr. WannaB

Ep. 10 - Saturday Night Fever

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not a night person: not into bars, not into discos, not into clubs, not into going to bed at sunrise… But that doesn’t leave me out of Saturday night fever. Of all the nights of the week this is the one when the hunger for sex shows its true dimension. This Saturday I got a message from a guy suffering from a recent break up… Break ups are always hard, and so that my doubts were cleared, he attached some pictures to prove how hard the break up was. By my experience I’d say about 18 cm hard. I got another message from another guy. This one was recovering from a not that recent heartbreak. But hey, he finally did it! And to prove it, he was willing to share his 20 cm of appreciation for all the wise words of support I’ve given him these last months. Well, call me a whore but I’d rather take the 20 cm, I may not have a PHD but when size matters I do my math. Again, guys are like shampoo, why buy a 250 ml bottle for €2.50 when you can buy a 500 ml bottle for €3.25 – you may not spend it all at once but eventually you will!

Better than Saturday night, is Sunday morning. Those who didn’t get laid, those who did but didn’t get enough and those who did get enough but are willing to get some more, re-take their prowling. If the night before I was harassed by suffering dicks, the next morning I was approached by needy asses. Maybe because most dicks are too tired from Saturday night fucking.

Even though the prowling never stops, weekends are usually the main event. Some get what they want, some don’t. That’s why on Monday morning we ask each other how the weekend was. The answers – «Fucking good!», «Fucking great!», «Fucking boring!» - never lie.