There are many constants in the universe, laws that never change.
One such law states that no matter what the outcome of a game is, rugby players will party afterwards.
Having lost in the final of the senior cup, there is only one thing that can be done: to take my top off and dance topless on the bar.
That’s just what I would have done had we won.
I’m a man who appreciates the finer things in life. And I definitely appreciate beat up muscular bodies.
All weekend I’ve had my eye on one fair-dinkum Aussie hunk. Yes, he is a total ride.
Having made my interest clear, I was disappointed to hear that he had a boyfriend. Like that matters?
Sadly it did for him.
What goes on tour……anyway.
If it’s not meant to be, it’s not meant to be.
So there I am, dancing topless when I am chest bumped by a twink!
A twink? A young man who is practically still a twinkle in his father’s eye!
He rather confidentially informed me that he was out to bag a rugby player.
Such confidence is to be commended in a young man. Rewarded even!
And the best rewards are delivered when you are on your knees!