aren’t they all sweet-talkers.
one of the dates’ sms after he watched some taiwan variety show where they featured drag queens:
Haha, yup. Some of them got really nice legs.
and because i’m a cheeky little ‘un:
Nicer than mine?
his reply:
That I’ve gotta say no. Your legs are really nice! They’re nowhere near yours!
mm hmm. 
Really? What makes you think they’re nice then? And what makes mine nicer than theirs?
he seems to have an answer ready for everything.
Hmm. Yours are[sic] like the never ending kinda legs, really long. And somehow i can’t spot any extra pieces of flesh. So is it the running?
i pretend to be humble. 
I suppose it does help but still, there is fat! Why do you suppose I look down at them and think "i could do with some fat loss there" all the time?
p.s: in case you were wondering, i meant the legs, not the chest. i like my chest the way it is thank you.
the date butters me up.
Haha, plainly because you’re paranoid. There’s no fat i swear. You’re crazy. Girls will queue up for those pair of legs. Haha.
wrong! girls will queue up for gisele bundchen’s gams, not mine.
but ah well, whatever floats your boat, mr s.h. 
p.s: readers, try not to say anything mean about the date. he’s a nice guy. i mean, really. 
