judge not

I have something to confess...

I totally snogged a 22-year-old girl tonight.

A woman 10 years my junior.

With a limited knowledge of English, no less.

But then again, there ain't no such thing as language barrier when your lips are otherwise engaged. N'est ce pas? Can I get a whoop whoop?

Now you might think that whole age difference thing would have given me pause but to that I say, FUUUUUUUUCK DAT! She was hot and I have a baby face and therefore it all balances out.

Shut up, it does too.

So now here's where the shame comes in... The impetus for said smooch? After a couple of hours of flirtatious chit-chat and the occasional cheeky grope, I found my oral opening, as it were, during the chorus of "You're the Inspiration" by one Peter Cetera.

Yup, the former Chicago frontman was temporarily the meaning in my life, the inspiration, if you will, to totally mack on a cute wee girl.

You know, I never thought I'd credit Peter Cetera with anything other than, you know, annoying the piss out of me but, well, he really came through tonight. I have a new appreciation for the man.

So, thank you, Peter Cetera. Thank you.