I WENT on my cousin’s stag do to Dublin the other week.
I’m 36 and married and I didn’t really want to go because most of his mates are louts.
By 11pm the lot of them were pissed – I was quite merry too – and we went to a knocking shop.
I tagged along more out of curiosity than anything, but when I got there I fell for one of the hookers.
She was dark-haired, slim and very cute.
We chatted about our backgrounds and she was happy that I didn’t want a shag.
I agreed to meet her the next day for lunch but she never turned up.
Now my wife has found out about the brothel visit and won’t believe me when I say I didn’t dip my wick.
I’m also still smitten with the hooker. What should I do?
FORGET her – she’s a working girl. Put your energy into saving your relationship with your wife – and don’t go on any more stag dos!