Hot Bouncer report

I don't get to see my good buddy Jake very often, as he doesn't live in the big city anymore and I hate long bus rides. Naturally, I was delighted to hear he'd be making a pit stop in my neck of the woods on his way back from Northern Ireland. I figured why not kill two birds with one stone and catch up with Jake while stalking Hot Bouncer.

Jake and I had a lovely time, of course. I enjoyed his tales of Ireland and he enjoyed my tales of single girl neurosis. He bought me a copy of Belle de Jour: Intimate Adventures of a London Call Girl, which has not yet been released on this side of the pond, inscribed thusly:

For Jessica, on the occasion of your newfound blogging celebrity. May it bring you twice as much joy and success as it did Belle, and at least five percent of the ass.

"Only five percent?" I asked.

"That's a lot of ass." he explained.

It turns out stalking one boy while you're with another, especially a dead sexy bitch like Jake, isn't a good tactic. Plus, I had competition – two other girls who were taking turns trying to get his attention. Luckily, they weren't terribly cute and he didn't seem terribly interested. We had a couple of interactions, and I got a big smile when I arrived, but all in all, I don't feel as though any progress was made. I hope my girls are up for many nights out at that particular establishment, because I'm on a mission.