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I took the night off work on Wednesday.

I have so much cool stuff happening right now, I could easily have spent six hours in my room by myself. Then I'd look at the clock at 3am and say, "Damn, I forgot to go get laid."

So sometime after 11pm I ventured out into the Halifax night, with the plan that I would follow my dick around and see what happened. I was on my way to the Khyber Club but I never made it.

Ran into two lovely ladies on a street corner, along with some drunk eccentric guy. "Come and have a drink with us." So we popped into the neighbourhood pub.

"My friend thinks you're cute," whispered one of the women, with whom I have a history.

"Switch seats with me," I whispered back. Away from the drunk guy... close to the cute girl.

I got into a pleasant conversation that resisted my subtle attempts to move to a higher level of flirtation. So I finished my drink and reached for my jacket.

"That sounds like a good idea, why don't we all go to the Khyber?" Possibly indicating that she is interested in sharing my company after all.

"Okay, but we have to ditch the weird guy," I said because I am ruthless.

So I set off up the sidewalk with a couple of fun-loving honeys. Made it about a block and a half before a voice came floating across the street: "Hi, Philip..."

Was it the smile and the tilt of the head... the halted step, the angle of a black boot turning to point in my direction?

It was amazing, this woman seduced me from across the street and it took about a quarter of a second.

I crossed the street to say hello. At the time, I didn't even realize what was happening. My cock knew. "Hello" turned into "How are you doing?" and my two friends were continuing up the sidewalk without me and I hadn't even said goodbye. (Two hot women in the city... they'll have a good time regardless.) I told you I was ruthless.

Flirting on the sidewalk. It was a beautiful night in Halifax. I love winter.

"How are you doing" turned into "How's your love life." Now that is a conversation I can sink my teeth into.

It turned out her boyfriend had been neglecting her. Silly, silly man. Five minutes later we were hanging out in her kitchen.

"Will you be nice to me?" she asked and that was all right because lately I've been moving away from the rough stuff a little bit.

I was nice. Well, as nice as you can be when you're giving someone a good drilling.

When I came, it was a tidal wave that roared up Gottingen Street, splashed up the side of Citadel Hill and filled in all the moats of that star-shaped fort.