Sitting down with a bottle of prosecco I wondered just exactly what I was thinking? Here I am, having driven, on a whim, up into a town just outside ...London and sitting in a bar just because a good looking girl said she was going to be there who said she liked men who were 40 plus. Obviously it would turn out to be either completely false or she'd be nothing like her pictures, or of course, she'd actually turn out to be a man. It's not as if I had even spoken to her about meeting up. The. . Then I saw Alex and Tatiana heading to me, "Hey Guys, wheres Megan?" I asked them"She went home early." Tatiana replied with a smile on her faceI wonder why she was smiling, strange that she was smiling that much to! It was sort of a turn on!"Is she OK?" I only had like 200 questions on where she is in my head right now and why is she there... "Yah perfectly fine" Tatiana answered me again with still a really naughty smile!Did her and Alex just? In the bathroom or something? Nah, they would. I paused. I’d mentally run this conversation a thousand times over the last few days, but I guess I’d been more optimistic when it was in my head. I hadn’t expected to hit nothing but a billion consecutive dead ends.Sitting there, staring at my sister in silence, I made a decision. This session wasn’t going to end without me moving forward. Sure, I’d taken a step back - now it was time for two steps forward.I’d waited too long and worked too hard for this bullshit. It was time for a change, and. She was the first true bi-sexual girl she had known. She had told about her c***dhood days in England, and going to see the BEATLES, The ROLLING STONES, and others in person. Her MUM, as she called her Mother, took her to see a couple of older gentlemen. One was named Tom Jones, and the other was Englebert Humperdink. They had been nice, she said, but, VERY old fashioned. The two of them had spent some VERY interesting evenings, and had become roommates for the second semester. SHE had had a.