10 Years Too Late

Juicelog Sat 200107: Erratically, us male thirty somethings get a little frisky as we approach the end of the month. Looking to make sure that this troublesome need was met, I arranged to meet some dude off t’internet. After viewing a couple of photos and speaking to the dude in question I was quite assured of what I was letting myself in for.

Making my way down to his place (in South East London) I was feeling extremely enthusiastic about what promised to be a night of unrelenting and raunchy fun of tasty man spam. Walking out the train station into the car park I immediately saw a black army jeep waiting for me. After stepping into his car and looking at him properly I realised that he was a bit older than he had depicted in his pics. In fact, I had to squint my eyes trying to work out how the man before my eyes had managed to transform from a hotty into a notty.

Following a very brief drink at his local pub, I skillfully managed to escape un-juiced. On the way home I was positively relieved but at the same time fairly irate at myself for being conned by one of the oldest tricks in the gaydar bible. Since then a new commandment has been issued. Thou shall not forget to use thy web cam!