Not Exactly

FuelMix has had his share of duds. Case in point: FuelMix meetsa nigga fag from God's Own Country at the gym in Very Rich Megacity and agrees to hang out later that evening at nigga fag’s invitation, after FuelMix had finished hosting a dinner for other people.  This was the first time FuelMix had been hit on by a nigga fag, so it seemed right to keep an open mind and go with the flow. 

So, FuelMix,well dressed after having hosted a great dinner for his appreciative friends at a cool restaurant, shows up at nigga fag’s apartment with the intention of hitting a bar.

Nigga fag had already started drinking a couple of hours earlier, claiming it relaxed him while soaking in the tub. FuelMix was unimpressed, even less so considering that nigga fag was dressed in jeans and flip flops. FuelMix thought, “Uh-huh…” and discreetly suggested that fag might want to reconsider his get-up. Fag was too happy on his drink to get the hint.

FuelMix thought, “This could be interesting” And off they went. Now remember, FuelMix was totally well dressed having warned fag earlier that he would be arriving after having hosted a dinner party. FuelMix couldn’t help but marvel at the fag’s complete inability to get it, or even make a decent non-gym impression.

It turned out that both fag and FuelMix preferred a quiet elegant bar. FuelMix already had his favourite elegant bar mapped out and steered fag in that direction, pretty sure that nigga fag’s dress sense would be called out (but having the class to warn fag about it).

And it was – discreetly of course. The bar staff were very well trained. Nigga fag bargained with them to be allowed to stay. FuelMix remained silent, remembering all the elegant evenings he’d had in this bar and how the memories of one of his favourite, classy places, would be forever sullied by the recollection of a pre-drunk nigga fag in jeans, T-shirt and flip flops pleading to be allowed to remain.

Fortunately for nigga fag, the bar staff relented and the drinks arrived. FuelMix settled back with his drink and engaged fag in conversation.

A couple of hours later, fag mentioned he’d chilled a bottle of Moet et Chandon and asked if FuelMix would like some. FuelMix loves his champagne and agreed. Curiously, nigga fag poured the champagne into clear plastic cups.  FuelMix said nothing.

The champagne was superb.  Nigga fag, by now well oiled from a few hours of drinks, passed out during sex. FuelMix got dressed and left, vowing never to touch another nigga fag.

Results:

Bar: excellent
Drinks: fabulous
FuelMix’s clothes: fierce
Sex: awful
Nigga Fag: total loser

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