I’d rather have a cup of tea
Internet, I have just turned down what amounted to a hot fuck date tonight. No, but, really. I even ignored the scintillating temptation of having something spicy to write to you about; I just turned it down. Not because I am washing my hair, or haven’t shaved my legs; I’m pretty well maintained in the grooming department, thank you. It would have been easy, it could have been fun. Instead, I’m in for an evening of movies and vicariousness. Do you think I should worry?
Michel Simon dans un musée du sexe ?
4 years ago
4 comments:
worry? no.
panic? yes.
stop rubbing it in (in both senses)? most definitely.
Yes. Good dates = good. Bad dates = all grist for the memoirs. Hot fuck dates = hot fuck.
Reschedule?
v
Hot fucks are precisely that.
More satisfying if shared with another with whom you can enjoy a cup of tea, after the deed is done.
I have 14 different types of tea. I'm busy.
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