Seeking...

To a certain Sammy:

It's been a while since we met, and then I left for overseas deployment. I miss our sessions together, and I hope to meet up with you again...

A little romp...

So I managed to get a little time off my increasingly busy schedule these days to meet up with Zann on her day off. 

It started when she texted "hi" and I sent her a pic of my dick, hard from a nice dream of threesomes with some fiesty lusty babes:

She responded in kind, and for one, when a woman with D cuppers texts you a pic like this, you don't say no:

Turns out she just had her period and was feeling extremely horny, which suited me fine. Our previous romps had been just quickies in the car, and when we finally had a chance to have a good time in the privacy of her home, you can be sure I'd find every means to make it last.

She didn't even have to dress for the part, really, and as soon as her front door was open, she led me to her room where I discovered her panties were already wet with the anticipation of a good session. Took her bra off, and my goodness, those boobs feel great in my hands and her nipples were already hard.

I sucked hard on her tits as I stroked her wet panties, urging her on. She moaned as my fingers probed into her, her pussy juices flowing, her pubes moist, and me wanting to have a good taste of her.

She took my cock in her mouth and started sucking and licking as I continued to finger her. I loved the skill at which she moved on to lick and suck on my fat balls, sucking hard as her hands cupped my balls, my cock just rubbing against her nose and cheek as she did so. Encouraged by her skill, I fingered her harder and deeper, which in turn led her to want more of my cock.

I finally went down on her, and it was such a sight with her legs spread and a moist welcoming clit greeting me. I licked and sucked at her clit as I fingered her, and she moaned with every little delight and pleasure.

She got on her hands and knees and I finally entered her doggie-style, my fat cock filling her wet pussy, and she let out a sigh. There's something I love about fucking a woman with big boobs, watching them bounce as I thrust in and out of her, my hands cupping her breasts and feeling the rhythm as I thrust deep and hard into her.

And when you have a woman who's just as lusty, horny and needy, the feeling's great: the early morning pre-work romp was worth every bit.

I would have loved for the session to be longer, had we arranged to meet on a non-work day; it wasn't to be so, for I had work, and she was preparing to meet her boyfriend after our little sexcapade. Still, it was worth the while as she enthusiastically licked and sucked on my cock after I'd come, cleaning me up nicely after our little session.

I'm trying to arrange another meet-up with Zann, and this time, hopefully with more time...and of course pics or a vid for your viewing pleasure.

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Seeking...

So I'm back in SG after spending the last couple of years on an overseas posting, and now that I'm all settled in, I guess I'm back looking for more romps and escapades in one of my favourite cities.

What am I seeking this time around? I guess a little more than casual encounters. A regular FWB based in SG would be nice, someone with whom we could enjoy more than just the sex, someone for great company, with whom we could spend time talking just about anything under the sun, a travel companion etc.

So, any takers? :D

Homeward bound

Dear Singapore:

I'm heading back...and looking forward to more adventures. ;)

Cunning Linguist.

What can I say? I'm guilty as charged, and I'm certainly a pussy connoisseur who loves taking my time to go down on the ladies, and enjoying every little inch of the tasting and smelling and licking at a nice set of pussy lips and lovely little clits.

...and in this particular case, you can see why I so absolutely enjoyed myself this weekend:

And again...

Hooker platforms, and a sexy pair of wet undies. And only because I asked for her to dress up in her most slutty of outfits, and surprise me. 

Sexy hairy delicious oyster, as you can see...and very, very yummy and juicy. Just love these sweet young things who are so eager to please.

Play hard after work...

So we work hard, and we play harder. Guess that's the way it is here in Bangkok, where it's definitely a far livelier party scene than in SG. 

Met P at Levels while I was out with some guys from work. The boys were in the mood for a little "hunting", typical farangs as they are, and that usually meant hook-ups and all. We were supposed to play support to Tim, our IT Director, who was meeting this girl he had hooked up with on Tinder; in the end he played us out after Tinder gal decided she was more comfortable with a one-on-one dinner than out with the work mates on a first date. So in the end, there we were, an Asian dude and two other farang fellas (one Brit and a Canadian) just plying on the drinks, talking about random shit and stuff, and checking out some really fine ladies who had come to the club.

Swear to you a number of them were probably social escorts who preferred entrapping lonesome dudes than to stand on the streets or relying on Craigs List to solicit clients. There was this Russian-looking chick, for instance, who was an absolute gem to watch -- even more absolute as she gyrated her sexy slinky form to the dance beats -- and once or twice we'd made eye contact, and after I decided to get bored of my companions who by now were more preoccupied with 2 local Thai ladies who shared the table with us, I decided to go over and tried to get acquainted with the Russian; turns out my initial assessment was right, for it was 3 lines into a convo before she actually asked if I wanted to bring her home for 5000 baht. 

In truth, nothing wrong with paying for an escort especially when you're living and working in a city like Bangkok, but there were options too, so I passed. Russian girl in turn wasn't at all disappointed, for she very quickly got picked up by this Indian dude (complete with a white turban, I kid you not), and judging by how she was leading him by the hand out of Levels, I guess our friend was probably going to think it was money well spent the next morning.

But like I said, there were options, and it wasn't before long when I had this young pretty thing coming up to me and chatting. She was a local Thai girl, but quite unlike the usual, for her diction was good, and you could tell she actually put effort into learning how to speak good English.

My initial thoughts were she's probably another escort, but no matter, let's see where this leads to. She claimed to be a university student doing a Masters, and she was out with some girlfriends as it was the birthday of one of them. She could have said she was really a totally different alien species, because all I was focused on was her luscious lips that I was hoping to plant my own on, and the swell of her delicious looking breasts with nipples peeking out from her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra I guessed, yet there were outlines of odd lines across her chest where you'd imagine a bra would be.

In short, she got me curious, so, escort or not, I decided to ask her if she would like to go over to my place for the rest of the evening.

She said no. And I thought that was that, but instead, she took my hand, whispered in my ear and said "love hotel". 

...and that was why about 30 minutes drive later, we found ourselves in a pretty little love motel where apparently Thai couples would go to for trysts and such. It was interesting: there were themes within the motel, but we decided on a "regular" room. She took her clothes off, and then I understood: she'd been wearing this rather interesting looking lingerie on that left her breasts exposed, and it does seem like she'd worn it because she was expecting sex:

Tell you the truth, the sight of her in that thing is a great turn on, and needless to say I couldn't help but to go for the obvious: grabbing those beautiful boobies and planting my lips on those little nipples of hers.

I turned her over, got down behind her and traced my fingers and tongue along that little lacey strip that ran along her ass and towards her moist tender pussy lips. She sighed as I licked away at her pussy, her hand reaching down to rub at her clit as I continued licking and sucking away at her delicious pussy. I had a compulsion to stroke my own hard cock as I tasted her, her little moans augmenting the moment. 

We got on the bed; she still hasn't gotten rid of that little number she's got on. Not that I'm complaining, but in a sense, it would be interesting if she kept it on the whole time. I parted her legs and started licking away at her clit again, teasing her and taking in the smell of her pussy and the taste of her as she started rubbing at her nipples while I slid a condom on.

I slid my cock into her tight wet little hole, and my my, the feel of it as I pushed myself deep and hard inside her. 

"I love your cock", she whispered as I thrust inside her, one hand squeezing at her breast and gently tugging at a nipple. She twitched and gave a little squeal as I tugged a little harder at the nipple as I pushed inside her deeper.

She rocked herself against me and urged me to thrust faster and harder. 

"Don't stop", she said as I continued the tugging at her nipple while we fucked. Her moans got louder as I continued thrusting, and almost at the same moment, we climaxed. I could feel her fingers digging into my shoulders as her pussy tightened and legs quivering as I shot my load. 

She rolled the condom off me and took my cock into her mouth, her tongue lingering against the wet head, and her fingers massaging my balls as she sucked. I reciprocated by squeezing at her breasts, and tugging at her nipples once more.

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Round 2 saw me sitting on the edge of the bed and her doing a reverse cowgirl on me, proudly showing off her sexy full ass as she slid herself up and down my rod. She really enjoyed the whole tugging at her nipples thing, and I couldn't help playing with them myself as she rode enthusiastically, rubbing at her clit as we fucked.

By this time, I was convinced she could well be a professional, judging from her oral skills before she got on top of me again (managed to make me cum in her mouth again); and at this point, I couldn't care less-- if I had to pay, it was well spent. She gyrated her hips as she moved up and down my hard rod, and I could feel every little movement as her pussy contracted again and again each time she hit a right spot. Her pussy juices were flowing down towards my balls, and I was loving every little moment of it.

I came again, and once more, she got off, pulled the condom off and started licking at the shaft and sucking at my balls, her eyes looking at mine as she had the sluttiest look I'd ever seen on her face. 

We had just enough time for one last fuck in the shower before the time was up, and in the end, she wasn't an escort as I thought, because no exchange of money ever took place. It turned out just as well that she was really a bored undergrad out looking for fun, and the best part was she never quite told me her name, except that she picked up my phone, dialled herself a missed call, and then smiled as she keyed in "HardCock" under the contact name. She told me to save her name as "honey", and said she'd call the next time she wanted "a good time". 

Would have been great to bring her back home, then she said something about having to go back to Levels so her boyfriend could pick her up. 

Boyfriend... it does seem that a number of the women I'm getting here are either married or attached. But it's not a bad thing given how I would prefer no-strings attached.

Till the next session then, honey.

I love oysters...

Nothing more other than I absolutely loved eating this out, and it sure was a great session with T last night: the tender folds of her soft pussy lips, the wetness as I ate her out and the smell and taste of her before the penetration deep and hard into her, watching in fascination as she squirted while I licked and sucked hard at her clit and fingered her at the same time.

Her soft moans and sighs as we worked a rhythm, feeling her inner walls pulsate as I thrust, the sound of her wetness as my rod slides in and out of her, and finally shooting my load at the entry to her pearly gates as I pulled out...and after that, watching in amusement as she swiped my cum onto her fingers and licking at them, tasting it all.

Such a great way to end an otherwise uneventful work day.

Love you long time...

She was simply...irresistible, and me being me, I couldn't resist one shot at getting into her panties. I mean, what's the point of being here in Bangkok if I was going to start behaving like a good boy, and furthermore given I'll be based here for the next 2 years?

And after weeks of checking her out at the office, catching glimpses of her panties from under her skirt every now and then because of the lack of a modesty panel under the work desks (hmmm, thank goodness I must say), I thought I'd do myself a disservice if I didn't try fucking her at least once.

She was married with kids. Is married, but there were rumours of her being quite a bit of a slut, especially in the executive toilets where the senior guys knew her by inference, never by name. Seeing that I was the new guy, and given my position within the company, it wouldn't be at all difficult to get her when guys more junior than myself have already done so.

The opportunity finally presented itself last Friday night when we had a company event, and in between drinks, we struck up quite a little conversation, to which she started placing her hand on my thigh at one point while we were talking, seemingly oblivious to the secret looks and stares from the other colleagues. A couple of the senior blokes were sniggering, knowing all too well how the evening would end for me.

At one point she was in the ladies' room, and she'd sent a pic of herself via Line messenger: she'd taken her dress off to show off her large breasts, and I know I'd got her on a hook and sinker.

And before the company event drew to a close, we found ourselves kissing and fondling in the rear seat of my car, and thank god for the privacy window in the rented Benz, for I'm sure the driver will have a tale to tell come Monday if we hadn't.

By the time we reached my condo, she'd had already sucked me off and I'd shot a load into her mouth. We get in, and clothes, shoes, underwear were all off faster than I'd ever seen.

She got wet easily as I ran my tongue around her sensitive nipples, two little raisins on her papaya breasts. I fingered her as I licked and sucked on her tits, and moved my fingers fervently, drawing her to a climax, and curling the right spots so much so I'd made her squirt twice. She looked a little surprised, blushed and then said "I never knew I could do that".

Indeed: I've heard that one before, and I sometimes don't understand if it's really that difficult for men to hit the right spot so much so she gets a squirting orgasm-- all I know is, I get even more turned on when that happens, and as she was still giggling from the second time she squirted, I got on top of her, used my hard cock as a dildo of sorts and started rubbing at her clit. And she squirted for the third time.

Not satisfied, I got down and started licking and tasting at her beautifully wet pussy. Her clit was by now engorged and red, and I started licking and sucking on it. She moaned, and pushed my face closer in between her legs, encouraging me to continue tasting and eating her out.

I pushed by fingers into her as I licked away at her clit, feeling the inner walls of her vagina contracting. I loved the taste and smell of her, and kept going at it; her loud moans reverberating, and another mini squirt as I ate her out and fingered her, all only served to turn me on even more and want to make her scream for more.

At last, she couldn't take it any more and got herself on top of me and sat herself down on my hard cock. Her wet pussy was well lubricated with her juices and as she slid up and down my shaft, I could feel her juices flowing down along the length of my cock, and on to my balls.

She bit her lower lip, and held a breast to my mouth, told me to suck hard as she rocked herself on me. She reached one had to massage my balls as we fucked, her moans and sighs getting louder with every thrust.

I came inside her, and she got off and started cleaning me up by sucking on my cock and balls. She was still massaging my balls as I looked down at her, and seeing that my cock remained hard after that first time, she gave a naughty smile, and then got on top again. Once more, I slid inside her, loving the feel and warmth of her pussy as we fucked.

I came a second time, and this time, I remained inside her after I did so; she squirmed and sighed as I deliberately squeezed my abs, and she could feel my cock hardening as I did so inside her.

By now, the smell of her, the feel of her,  her sighs and moans have all turned me on even more, and I pushed her off me, pinned her face-down and pushed my cock deep and hard inside her, fucking her once more, fucking her hard.

She was literally panting, and as I fucked her hard and squeezed at her breasts, she bit her lips, and this time round after I came inside her and as I pulled my cock out, she gave a loud cry and squirted once more.

We kissed, then showered together, and by the time we were done, it was 2 in the morning, and she was almost panicky as she had to hurry home...apparently her husband works the night shifts at the airport, and she has to make sure she appeared to be home before he returned the next morning at 7am. How she's gonna explain a pair of missing panties, though, is another story altogether. :D

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In any case, pretty sure it won't be the last of bonking her. And the musky smell of her sexy pussy still lingers...

Yes I'm still alive...

Very much, except these days I'm based in Bangkok instead of Singapore.

Been bogged down with work, but will post updates soon...especially since I'll probably have a little sexcapade or two soon enough, I'm sure. ;)

Stay tuned.

Lovely way to start the day...

Was woken up this morning by a text message on the phone that went off at 7am, and just as I was about to rant about who the heck would be sending messages that early, as it turned out, it was lovely Sue, a very pretty twenty-something Thai PR consultant I'd hooked up with (and latter shagged) one evening at the Movers & Shakers event in Bangkok two weeks back. 

She'd texted to say she would be heading out to meet a client at some office near my condo, and wondering if she could swing by for "morning coffee", as she puts it. Apparently she loves the Nespressos I'd brought over from SG, and I thought yeah, why the hell not: would be nice to see her again too, especially since I thought it would probably be a ONS affair after that one time.

So after that, I roused myself from bed,  took a shower, and at about 8.15, the security concierge called to inform me I had a guest at the lobby. 

...and to cut the long story short, she came up to the apartment, and soon as she was through, she started peeling off her blouse and skirt -- sexy thong and a pretty bra with those shiny little jewellery, and needless to say, I needn't any further invite to get started.

She apologised for not having shaved her pussy, not that I mind, really, and to show I didn't, I went down on her and gobbled her up as she pushed herself up against the dining table. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I took mouthfuls of her, sucking and licking away happily, and then because I'd done such a good job, she led me by the hand to the couch, laid me down, and started stroking, licking and sucking on my cock and massaging my balls as she went about with her "magical" blowjob.

And to top it all off: 

Yes, she did earn her Nespresso after that, and she left by 9 so she could be on time for her 9.30 meeting. 

Lovely morning quickie, I must say, and not before she asked if we could do dinner Friday at her place... nice one. :)

Fun with new sub.

Picture says a thousand words, I guess. New sub/FWB is a Japanese wife of an expat based in Thailand, we met up for coffee, and then we couldn't wait to head back to her apartment for some afternoon fun while the hubby and kids are away. She's still nubile despite having kids, and as you can see, her pussy is oh-so-delicious...love how wet she gets, and she's very into the whole play of squirting circa the Jap porn so many guys are crazy about, and certainly enjoys squirting for her new master's viewing pleasure.

...although I guess she probably had to do a bit of housework on her own, albeit in the nude, by the time the afternoon session was over.

Little Ironies.

Who would have thought that my relocation out of Singapore to where I currently am would only serve to remind me of the Baroness, and make me wish she was the one here with me instead of La Femme. 

It's a little odd, really, because leaving SG was in a sense a logical way to try to be something different; a shot at a little stability in life, trying to be a one-woman man perhaps, and it did seem like it'd work for a while...only briefly, before my mind started to drift off and start wondering if it'd work a lot better had I decided to be here with the Baroness instead, and living the lifestyle she and I used to talk about, instead of having to learn about all the other adventures she'd been having with her latest dubbed "fifty shades"...I thought I'd be over the Baroness after all these years, but apparently I was mistaken.

Anyway, like I said, it does begin to seem like my initial plans had taken a turn otherwise. Will blog again soon.

Addicted by choice.

I've become somewhat convinced that if ever I were to end up in purgatory for perpetuity, my personal hell would probably be one where I'm chained to a bed and forced to have sex with horny nymphos till my dick falls off; then come the morning I grow a new penis and the whole hell starts all over again. 

Such is probably the karmic retribution for my life of debauchery. 

But I have to confess: I am addicted to sex. I suppose in the bigger scheme of things, it's probably a lot better than being addicted to, say, crack cocaine.

And if you're wondering where the hell I've been, I've actually been a good boy lately trying to get the new business up to speed in a new territory, and now that it's up, I'm back to my little lusty games again. 

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I need a new PA. I had the last one for just 3 months, and while she was a lot of fun to be with (not just in bed, but as in her personality), I find her lack of grammatical sense somewhat daunting, and why have an assistant only to end up having to edit all her work all over again?

So much as I enjoyed having Tikky for company (you gotta love Thai names), it has come to a point where I really have to find someone who can be of genuine help at work. 

I'm based out of Bangkok these days, and a fair bit of travelling involved, so my PA's really got to take my travelling schedule. There's a lot of paperwork, and I mean really, A LOT, and probably end up having to work long hours too, but then again, these days, that's become a bit of a norm, isn't it?

This time, I'd love to have a nice European girl for a PA. Brunette or blonde, it doesn't matter, but European, who's able to speak and write good English...and come to work in stiletto heels, short skirts, cotton blouses and have that typical porn-actress look that makes me wonder what she's wearing under it all every day. That way, I'd really have every motivation to want to go to work everyday, and relish every little moment taking in her scent, thinking of what she'd look like naked...

...and undress her to enjoy every inch of her gorgeous body.

  

Right, okay. If I went down that route, I'd probably never get any work done, in reality.

But I'd so love to have a PA like that...and the thing is part of the job these days involves jetting off to some other city in Shanghai or Hong Kong, or Singapore; or heading out to some exotic golf/diving destination...for real.

Any takers? Applications are open. :)

Back, but not with a vengence.

Well, months later on, I realised I can't stop writing completely. 

Some updates:

(1) Left the previous company and my "cushy"well paying job, and I'm working on my own ventures in both Singapore and Thailand, meaning I shuttle between Singapore and Bangkok a lot these days.

(2) Still meeting up with the ladies (obviously), given a leopard can't change its spots. Only after I'd left the company, Liz and I split up, and the ladies in my life these days are more come and gos...though I'd still very much prefer longer-term FBs.

(3) I guess I'd still be blogging, only not as regularly as I used to. But I'd still be around. :)

"I'll be surprisingly good for you..."

The first time La Femme stayed over at my place some many years ago, we were watching Evita while cuddling up on the couch, and things just happened from there as this song was playing. Somehow the lyrics seemed to resonate with what we were doing, and as she whispered "I'll be surprisingly good for you", it marked the start of our relationship.

Revisited Evita again the other day, and as this song came on, same thing again.

I'm Juan Peron to her Eva.


 

Men & Egos, Part 2.

What makes you think you're better than me?

I shit you not, but that's what one dude wrote me via email, which inevitably led me to think the answer simply as: because you just admitted it yourself, dumb-ass.

Come on, you just gave the egomaniac beast in me a chance to right-hook you across the chin there, buddy. 

In most social situations, it'd been awfully inappropriate for me to say thus, but given we don't know each other, and highly unlikely you and I would ever be in a position to get acquainted under such circumstances, I think I'm entitled to say:

And for the record, it isn't that I think I'm better than just you... I probably think that of just about every other guy I see on the streets, and probably in boardrooms too. If you were a woman, I'd bother to be nice and court you for obvious reasons...double that if you're a gorgeous beautiful woman; but when it comes to dealing with men, however, I'm in constant "I don't give a shit who you are" mode. 

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Probably that sort of thinking makes some women hate my guts, I'll admit -- particularly attached ones who interest me. But in this city where a man's worth is measured in very material terms mostly, I just play by the very expectations and norms that defines the disease that makes one agree that greed is good: if you hate me for being the obnoxious arrogant prick I am, then in all likelihood I probably have a way to intrigue you likewise enough to seduce you, all in the same instance. After close to 2 decades in the game, I think I know just what the hell I'm talking about and just said.

I move quick, and when I do, I slice like a hammer.
- Willy Banks, Ocean's Thirteen.

Golfing & thoughts.

And in addition to business meetings and such, I've been playing a rather lot of golf lately. Nice to see I still have a mean swing after close to 3 years of not playing a single game, and apparently, I'm still playing my old 12 handicap pretty okay. So I realised I'm not PGA material, but at least I don't end up looking like a duck swinging a club...and I'm happy. 

Incidentally, all that golf means I'm a lot more tanned these days, all thanks to our tropical sun; and not to mention one session in Abu Dhabi. 

I hit some really great ones that day.

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Separate note, I really just can't understand how some guys are happily and openly inviting other men to have a go at their girlfriends. I mean, if I've been called a bastard by the flings that didn't turn out the way the ladies in question wanted them to go, then what on earth would you call men who put up nude photos of the women in their lives with clear facial shots and go "come join us and fuck my wife/girlfriend"?

Okay, so people pretty much choose the ways they want to live their lifestyles, and whatever rocks their world that sort of thing; but if you asked me, I'd very much prefer keeping the good stuff to myself, or if she was the sort who wants to be adventuresome and meet other guys, then I'd prefer not advertising about it on her behalf. 

Meaning to say she can pretty much go do whatever she pleases, but I'm not going to run a "come fuck my woman" campaign. Some things are just distasteful to me.

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For some reason, I find myself reading quite a bit again too, despite my busy schedule. I'm wondering if it's anything to do with a young one who's been writing me and sharing insights about books and her life, but interestingly, since she reads and has been asking about what's good, I find myself finding time to read again-- sometime I used to enjoy doing, but stopped when things at the old workplace got a little too hectic. Ironic that these days, I'm actually a lot busier, but I find more time to indulge in literary pleasures. Maybe I'm trying to impress her with stuff I read and such, nerdy as it makes me sound.

Then again, I suppose I am a geek, given how much of a bookworm I was back in school, and I had no qualms finishing off novels whilst going through my reading list for A Level English Literature back in the day...so what's packing that one paperback on my business flights these days?

“I don't have a philosophy as such. Maybe a guiding principle, Carnegie's A man who acquires the ability to take full possession of his own mind may take possessionof anything else to which he is justly entitled.' I'm very singular, driven. I like control... of myself and those around me.”  - E.L. James, 50 Shades of Grey.

Men & egos.

So the lady I met at the dinner last evening thought I was a bit of an "egotist" and a typical "Singaporean MCP"-- both accusations I don't even attempt to deny. Ordinarily, I wouldn't take offense at anyone making such observations, and in her case, given what a hot number she's got on her last evening, a pair of luscious lips that are simply inviting for a kiss, and eyes that seem to look right through me, I suppose however big an MCP she may think I am, I could just let the comments pass.

Especially when the comments are nothing in relation to what I'm like as a lover or companion, but more to do with business, since it was more of a social/business networking thing. I used to dread attending such functions, but these days, given the scale of projects I'm getting myself into, I need all the help I can get, and if I have to put on the old monkey suit and spend the evening talking to old farts who nevertheless have access to a world of funds, so be it.

But she isn't an old fart, and her tete-a-tete with me-- more to do with her trying to sound as tough as she could in a world of wolves and lions, all of whom are probably figuring who amongst them would get a chance to shag her-- proved to be quite a respite from stuffy conversations with hedge fund managers and such. They smoked too much anyway.

The irony as I found out is that while she thinks I'm a bit of an egotist and MCP, I chanced upon a conversation she had with a mutual acquaintance...and that was where, to my (very pleasant) surprise, it turns out, she reads this very blog that I'm sure smacks of my arrogance and egoism as well!

I didn't mean to overhear her that time, seriously, because all I wanted was to grab another stem of martini and gin, and I heard the words "Secret Casanova blog..."

Sure, there could be many more secret Casanova blogs out there, but the coincidences...she's been following my previous blogs from 2005, even though I've changed the addresses a number of time. 

In any case, here's the test: you know who you are, and if you're reading these words, here's the egotistic MCP in the dark jacket who told you the problem these days with women is that they're all trying too hard to outdo the men...and believe it or not, I'm the joker whose writing you've been reading all this while. 

"Are we connecting yet?"

You reckon? I mean, chatting the way we do, and talking about stuff in general, I do feel some sort of connection with you, and it's kinda nice. :)