After my loss to Tiptoe, I was feeling kind of blue.
So like most people, I went to drown my sorrows in fruity alcohol.
After a couple of cocktails with absurd names, I noticed a guy sitting at the bar.
Now, I used to be scared out of my mind of spiders, but age has granted me some measure of courage.
Not mention the fact that he had one cute abdomen, and after those drinks I was less inclined to worry about species.
After the fourth drink, I felt ready to start flirting, but maybe I should have stopped at three, because I was anything but subtle when I finally worked up the nerve to sit next to him.
I blatantly informed him that I was a male, and if he was so inclined, I would be up to proving this fact in the privacy of my home.
He was so adorably shy, I knew I'd made the right choice.
With a little more coaxing, I got him out of the bar and following me to my place.

Jervis and artwork are the creations of who is a very cool dude.