Let me explain:
Cursed with the three deadly Manhattan sins - horny, bored and lonely, I went looking for internet love.
He lived uptown on the edge of Harlem - the 2 express train got me there in minutes. He met me at the door - he looked enough like his pics to ensure an evening of fun.
Once in his apartment, I noticed he was playing porn on his big screen Sony with the sound off. The silence was broken when he reached for the remote and clicked on a collection of gospel themed Christmas songs. As I sat on his beige modern sofa watching porn and listening to Silent Night, I knew this was not going to work out.
I mean, porn with Christmas hymns as mood music do not make a hook-up happen.