Who You ll Find
“Nightclubs just don’t work for me,” I sighed as my friend, Nate, tried to cajole me on my cell into going to a club with him. “Come on,” he said, “I’ll be your wing-man.” “That’s because you never need a wing-man,” I replied. Six-foot four, thirty-one, clean-cut with black hair and an almost perfect tanned physique, as well as good taste in dark clothes, Nate didn’t need any help with attracting women, or usually getting them into bed — certainly not mine. Keeping them was another issue . ....
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