The Sultan Gets A Dog

I met The Sultan out for some drinks last night. We ran into a guy who was hot, in a costume-y gay kind of a way. He was wearing a motorcycle jacket, a leather buckled jock strap and a custom chopper branded wife beater. He did, for the record, have pants on. He showed us the jock strap waistband later, but I digress. He said at one point early on, "I'm not a pig, or a daddy. I'm a dog. I may sniff a lot of crotches, but when I find something I like, I stick around and guard it relentlessly."

Dog and the Sultan hit it off. I wandered off to let them get to know each other better. Dog was that kind of overly aggressive guy who tries to overcompensate for being gay by being a rough handed jerk. I guess he got a little out of hand, because when I came back, the Sultan had dismissed him. By guess, I mean the Sultan flat out said, "That crazy douche was slamming me against the wall in between trying to kiss me."

On a side note, I started shaving again Wednesday. I've been sporting a 3 day growth beard as of late. But when I was trimming it Wednesday morning, I felt like shaving clean. Ever since, I have been getting carded everywhere I go. I think I look more handsome with the beard, but this proves that I do look younger without it.