Let's never get physical. Promise?

There's a guy that works in my office building that we will call Waterloo. He's one of those tech nerds that thinks he's really "wacky", charming and suave all at the same time. The reality is that his in merely insecure and hopeless. And he makes my penis retreat very deep into my body. He experimented with a goatee for a couple of months, clearly in an effort to beef up his masculine allure, but instead came off looking like a vaguely male version of Olivia Newton John.

There is really no point to this post. I've never even spoken to Waterloo and he's probably a decent guy. He also just happens to be a convenient target for my wrath. I'm in a crap mood today and right now, seeing Waterloo makes it difficult to believe that men give me a hard-on.