I'm Not One of Those Dating at Buck Boys

Time is merciless, and it is normal to forget things. I sit with you in the nursing home cafeteria. This time i've chanced upon dinner. You order a posta and salad. I went for chicken curry and whole wheat bread. How are you and daisy? Not good. She'll be just back from hongshu. But i'm not one of those dating at buck boys. I don't keep a spare condum in the car. What kind of a serious, decent person does that?