Sunday, Jan. 25, 2004 - 4:51 a.m.

12:16 a.m. Last time I was in this club I was hit on by a 21-year-old. Really cute, really hot, really nice body, and really young. My pal Corky couldn’t believe it when I passed up the opportunity in lieu of going home alone. But my thought was "What am I going to do with a 21 year old." Believe it or not no regrets either.

12:19 a.m. Tonight brings a thoroughly different situation. Then, I felt like J. Howard Marshall being seduced by Anna Nicole. Now, I’m all Demi investing more than an hour flirting with an Ashton that’s 25 dark sexy six foot three inches of mature hunky super cool that I’m entirely into, actually more like hoping to be entirely into. However, not wanting to push my luck I make mental note to get out of this joint before last call and the lights come up exposing us as Harold drooling all over Maude.

12:26 a.m. As we exchange verbal foreplay he shares, "I can come just from someone nibbling my ears." Just from someone nibbling his ears? I remember the days when a warm gentle breath to my nipples would send my jism to the ceiling. Now I need the nipple clamps at just the precise tension, a finger up my ass, a cassette tape playing mundane golf commentary while I tearfully yell, "No, Uncle Rusty, no." before I can finally spew.

12:27 a.m. He taunts me further by telling me, "Sometimes I can come just by having somebody play with my hair." Straining against my zipper it was a no-brainer to accept the challenge, "Hey if you don’t mind me calling you Rusty, we can go to my place."

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