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When JM went away to pee, someone took over his place. This guy didn’t even know he burned my arm with his cigarette, and just assertively kissed me on the lips. I am definitely not the Mr. Buzzy Pants kind of guy so I kissed him back and enjoyed it for a moment. It was that very moment JM caught when he came back so he got a little jealous or whatever and stepped out of the bar. I followed him out and we decided to kiss and make up by spending the night in some cheap motel named Sogo. That was the fifth time that I checked in a motel for sex. And did I say sex? It was one of the best sex experiences I had in years. He was excellent (in French accent) in bed and I wouldn’t mind doing it again with him. Sadly though, I don’t want anything more than just sex with him. He is good-looking and all but his girlish-like, argumentative attitude was a little off the track. It was proven discomforting when he argued with the cab driver over unfair meters and cab policies the morning after.