My Gay Sugar Daddy Is A Priest
, I said, folding my arms as she took me to the flower showcase.
“ Okay, so here we have the roses”, she pointed at a rose bouquet which sat there like a girl that had been stood up by her man on a date night, “ and ordinarily it signifies love and passion. We have the daisy”, she pointed to the daisy bouquet which had the same look with the rose bouquet, but seemed more masculine - two different people that had been stood up, rejected by their supposed partners. Such a shame.