He said, "I'm just a little faxinated by the female form but sadly you're as near as I'll never get. But if I fail to catch that wounded goddess in you, well, I've a flair for porno."
He said, "Just let me take your picture" and I said "Ok. But my stomach's not where it ought to be. It's not like you could eat ice-cream off it." And he said "It's ok, just keep your shirt on"
And his eyes glazed over, so insistent. Effortless charm and a tasteless hairline. This velvet crush of a man, crouched over a camera stand and a flair for porno