I Will Never Let a Woman Touch Me Again

I watched cranes circle above as they searched for the ideal spot to fish in the rice fields below. My mind quickly wandered in and out of consciousness. I mean, it was hard to focus as he rubbed my legs. He put a spell on me as I fell prisoner to this euphoric trance. I am not sure what he did to me, but I do not think I have ever been touched the way he touched me today. I will never forget that foot massage. And I do not think I will ever let a woman massage me again.

He might have also wanted my phone number, but that's another story for another blog. Nevertheless, we are meeting up on Saturday for a night on the town...