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It was a cold Sunday night and I was craving a glass of red and a change of scenery. Grabbing a fashion magazine to occupy myself, I ventured into the abyss to find my usual cozy spot next to a roaring fireplace. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), the fireplace armchairs were occupied and I was forced to take up residence at the bar. This is what they call a turning point – this is the moment my night went from serene to strange. Read more
I fell in serious lust with a stranger last spring. It all happened one darker than normal night at Joe Fortes. WT and I were out for cocktails with a rather svelte, older Frenchman and his not so French friend. Lust was standing just next to us at the bar. Our eyes kept locking but I was too nervous to hold the mesmerizing gaze. It was intense and he was gorgeous. The smoldering, tall, dark and handsome type of man. I think I actually melted into a puddle of goo whenever he looked over. Read more