Arguments, books, aprons and hairstyles

Allow me to stray briefly from the genitals, to tell you that my bolshy ex - that one I had the infuriating long argument with - both greatly pleased and infuriated me last night; the former, by buying an appropriate and brilliant Christmas gift - which we only traded last night - a book entitled "Things You Know But Can't Prove". Score one to him (although, he got exactly what he wanted, an apron boldy declaring "I've got your low-carb diet right here", which was immensely embarrassing to take to get done at a seedy print shop in Northcliff). However, he told me that the night before last he found my blog, and thought it was boring. Not good for the ego. If this is boring - the place where I get to filter out all the insignificant day-to-day trivialities of my life, and post only the more interesting ones - then what the hell does he think of our interactions in the unfiltered flesh? Though ironically, today a newcomer, Billy made me feel better by saying the last post was rather good - an unsolicited compliment, that made my day a lot better. Thanks Billy!

But now, back to the genitals. Another good friend, with whom I've established a rather interesting and unusual relationship, has been the source of much inspiration for the penis blogs (no, it's not him who doesn't know his circumcision status. He informs me the status may well be known by numerous users of the Internet). He's been honouring me with details about the growth of his "little boy" during erections, which he so kindly measured today in the solitude of his office. And also, about his "little girl" hairstyle preferences (shaven haven, if you're curious). He has just acquired a new cellphone and will break it in by taking photos of the body bits in discussion for his friends' viewing pleasure. Now that's what we call a true mate, indeed.