let me know it goes. try not to get bit. and if you can, get someone to videotape it.
His texts read Like a 15 year olds diary.
Drinking wine. Reading twilight. On a Friday night. Biggest loser contest. First Place.
When I got to his place, he served wine and cheese and made me sit on the balcony while he read his poetry to me. He cockblocked himself.
We've had the 'life would be so much better if we were both lesbians' conversation too much for that to be okay.
Apparently I fed my Plan B to my turtle last night.
Part of my whole not being a slut anymore involves not giving other peoples boyfriends blowjobs
I have officially tracked lube all over our house on the bottom of my socks without knowing it. Don't slip when you come in
Also just throwing this out there I don't think anyone who brings another girl back to your bed to share with you can qualify as a frigid bitch
you were feeling the wall and when we asked you why, you just said "because I want to know who lived here before"
God gave me a talent besides one night stands. I feel like I should use it
I don't know if should be sitting on a toilet or kneeling in front of it
You had 10 drinks. On a first date.
I just masterbated then started bawling.
I'm driving home wearing one sock, boxers, and a tee shirt. That's how good it was
Since I won't be making love with anyone on a bed of roses this year on Sunday I bought a Mustang to fill the gap
Ugh. It's days like these that make me wish my bad habits would kill me faster
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