No, not that kind of adventures you sillies... :tongue: Spent last week in Brussels for work and decided to stay the weekend on my own to do some sightseeing, shopping and have some good food. Girls - if you ever feel like you're not getting enough attention - Brussels would be the place to go. Stepped out of my hotel Friday night - alone - without my colleagues around. Within 10 minutes I'd already had 3 offers for drinks/dinner/night out/company for the rest of the weekend. Now - I'm used to attention - but this was downright ridiculous. Just for fun I decided to keep track of just how many approaches I got. Over the course of Friday night, Saturday and Sunday up until 3pm when I left for the airport I counted in total 32 (yes you read that right...) guys that tried asking me out in one way or another. I wasn't there looking for adventure - especially not with a healing tongue piercing that is stopping me from doing much right now (not trusting myself enough in the heat of the moment to not use my mouth). If I had been there with the intention to actually do something there would not have been any lack of takers... :smile: One gentleman in particular almost, just almost, made me deviate from my self-imposed celibacy. The entire weekend saw Brussels jazz-marathon taking place - open air stages, lots and lots of good music almost round the clock. Saturday night on Grand Place - funky jazz, good band composed of mainly french musicians, lots of rhythm, movement - I can't help but move to music when I hear it. Behind me a very soothing, pure Oxford english - deep voice. "Those moves look like they could be used elsewhere too...". Just the right amount of teasing in the tone to make the reaction immediate - butterflies in the stomach and that certainty that this actually could be something interesting. It's that level of ballsiness and guts to make such a comment, balancing on the border to what's acceptable without passing it, that can turn me on in an instant... Turned to find a very dark, almost black, muscular guy standing there smiling. We ended up talking for a while after the concert and dear God - did it take all my willpower to not follow him when he finally walked away? Yes, it did... Hung or not? No idea. But the pure turn-on factor by the meeting and what was felt there was enough to make my fantasies run wild for the rest of the weekend and some more. Let's just say it didn't make wonders to reduce my already built up horniness for some really good action with a well-hung guy once those remaining six weeks of self-imposed celibacy are over.