So, My turn comes and he's bagging up my boxers and stuff and things felt a little awkward, so being the people person I am, I decide to make a little bit of conversation. I look at his name tag and it's fucked, his name was like Kgilar or something, and I'm like, "Interesting name, how's it pronounced?" and he blushes a little and tells me then taps something into the till and says "I gave you a nice little discount on these" And I'm like thanks, But I know he be picturing me in those briefs I was buying. So I leave, having learnt my lessons:
1. The homosexual community god damn love me
2. I'm a god damn whore.
I felt cheap and dirty, Like I'd used my gentleman magnet powers for evil, It's happened before, I was in this pub in Brighton and the barman kept giving me doubles for singles prices, But not just because he was in a good mood or whatever, No one else got doubles.
I'm just an attractive man to the...let's say more fabulous community. I don't think I'm gonna exploit these powers anymore, It's not fair leading people on and getting discounts on things which are cheap anyway. So yeah, that's the skinny, I'm a whore.
Works going well, we're thinking about shooting a calendar, so advanced warning, Everyone's getting a "Hunks of St. Georges" calendar for Christmas...god damn, so yet again, I'm using my body for personal gain. I'm out of control...