Friday, July 09, 2004


When the manager of the cleaning company came to see me, he was a bit slimey. Reminded me of the porn star moustachioed (sp?) man who owned the Indian restaurant where I used to live in Jersey City, who made a very bad pass at me.

I seem to have this thing with Indian men of a 'certain age'.

Well, anyway, just got off the phone to him. Has been a bit of a nightmare cleaner-wise for a while, but has been cleared up. He was making a 'courtesy call' to check everything was fine, and then to 'casually' ask if my trip to New York was to go back and see a 'mystery boyfriend'. What the fuck is it to do with him?

Urgh. Slime, slime, slime.

Should have told him about Sexy Eric.....

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