Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I did it!
I met John Sung again last night and I took him home. He’s the most amazing man. Girls he’s ten years younger than me! Can you believe this is the first younger man I’ve ever dated? And by ‘dated’ I don’t mean ‘went out with’ I mean got hot and heavy with. He’s intense sexy—and he doesn’t want me to have the surgery. Says it would be like whitewashing the Mona Lisa. Nuts. I never saw what Leonardo saw in her anyway. She could have done with a bit of lip-plumping at least.
This man is seriously hot. He made me come just by touching my nipples. Can you believe that? He asked me to call him tomorrow. I don’t know. Should I? Or should I let this be just one of those ships-in-the-night things. Thing is, while I’m seeing him we’re on a bet and the prize is that I don’t have the surgery. I have a TV interview coming up and if I want surgery I need it soon so I can recover enough to appear. They can do wonderful things these days fast but not that fast. I’m running out of time.