„And then this guy from Dresden started texting me, Dimitri, cool guy with dreadlocks.“
„Dimitri from Dresden with dreadlocks? Thin? Cute? Punkish twentysomething? Very eloquent?“
„Yes?“
„Want to see his dick? I´ve got a picture of him on my ego wall – it was one of the cutest dick picks on gayromeo, aside of the one of the trick in fur hat, sunglasses, and cockring.“
„So Dimitri has been here*?“
„Yes – we made out on the porch swing and then he wanted to take a bath with me. He´d been very firm about that right from when he started texting me. He stayed the night and in the morning I went down on him and that was the first time I got a good look at his dick – without soap you know, and he had this funky disease where the dick looks kind of like a toadstool, like spotted dick, indeed. And, NO – I didn´t suck that.“
„Should I text him that he´s been here before?“
„Just don´t tell him I had his dick on my wall.“
„I´ll tell him you saw his name on my phone and we got to talk about him.“

„He says what kind of crazy person remembers a phone number from two years ago.“
„Yes. Me, the stalker. Tell him I remembered his name. And ask him if he got cured. Or ask him if he wants to take a bath with you. By the way – the toadstool thing is harmless. Not contagious. But you know how I dislike mushrooms. And here, take the picture.“

*Actuallly he said: He´s been here, TOO?“ aber die Geschichte dahinter erzähle ich ein anderes Mal.