Meet Maximus Sexton
Over the next 12 months our lurve spy Max has decided to keep a diary on some of the dates he goes on, being a young professional red blooded male in London. This is an open and honest account, though names have been changed, events are true. He loves and adores women… maybe a little too much! Please note, this is not a psychoanalysis of dating culture, more an insight into the mind of a promiscuous male. Also – as 12 months is a long time, he hopes (upon reflection) to have learned something about himself during this process. So come along & enjoy the ride!
They say that information in repetitive form is easier for the human mind to store in the memory. Continuing this principle I’d like to tell you who I am. Intelligent, Intelligent, Handsome, Handsome, Charismatic, Charismatic, Strong, Strong, Hot, Hot and Constantly, Constantly on Heat, Heat… but I’m a gentleman… My name is Maximus Sexton.
Now that we’re acquainted, truth be told, I have a lot of sex. My sex-drive is huge. I’ve got a phone book bigger than Tulisa’s, except mine isn’t full of drug pushers, it’s filled with some of the sexiest women in London and the surrounding counties. I love women and I have no other vices. I don’t do drugs, I do women. A confident, smart, approachable woman is the sexiest thing to me – ‘approachable’ being the key word. I shouldn’t have to battle through a frosty attitude or be a whipping boy to be flogged at your pleasure for the “sins of men past.” No. Keep that nonsense to yourselves, whilst those brave and wise enough live in the moment that life is! (I’m ½ Hippy!). The right chemistry is magical, a delicate dance of two minds and energies inching closer and closer until body, mind and soul meet in physical and psychological pleasure – splash!
By the way, I’ve never kept a diary before so this “blogging” diary thing is quite new to me, but surprisingly liberating! I got the idea from a lady I overheard on the train, (yes, I was eavesdropping!). She was talking to someone, a girlfriend, about a blog called “12 dates in 12 months”. I checked out the blog and thought wow! It was very provocative and risqué. I could do that, I thought to myself. With the amount of sexual escapades I get up to (I call ’em sexscapades!) I could easily keep a diary on one a month!
Like the time that I f*cked a Selfridges shop assistant in the changing room, during the sales and she even sorted me out on her staff discount! It was completely random! She just stared at me and I saw something in her eye, I dunno what you call it, it’s like a look that that says “YES, I SEE YOU!!” and you just instantly understand that this could go down, it could happen RIGHT NOW!
Copyright Maximus Sexton 2013.
