Within 20 minutes of meeting him, he murmured in my ear, “So, how about you come round to my house later and give me a blow job?”.
Now, let’s be clear, we weren’t actually on a date or anything (even so, it would have been rather forward…). No.
He was my new hairdresser.
Yes, he was cutting my hair, in the middle of a salon, when he decided to give me the come-on. And I still have no idea, to this day, what compelled him to take that conversational turn. And, no, I didn’t accept his kind offer.