This chick, for whatever reason, has serious "Leave your wife and kids and also break up her young marriage in order to frolick for a good 2 weeks before I realize that she's just like the rest of them and I made a huge mistake and ruined a lot of lives in the process" potential. It's SO INTRIGUING.
I have a walk of shame I should be getting to. "Hey, by the way, what is your name?" is not a conversation I want to have today
why cant girls ever use the fly? why do they always have to awkwardly try to pull it over your belt?
woke up with ski boots on and a kayak in my room... birthday successful? i'd say so
What. The. Fuck. No, you will not spank me.
That wasn't intended for you, my bad.
Never again will we have slut saturday. Never.
I think theres a high possibility i could be flammable.
My catholic guilt is strong, but the alcohol is stronger.
I sincerely hope you find your fuck buddy and have a wonderful night of champagne and whores
Dude you filled up a protein shake mixer with White Russians so you didn't have to keep coming upstairs.
Let me begin to explain the rest of last night by beginning with saying that out if necessity I took a pair of your underwear
I think once you know a guy's chest measurements the stalking has gone too far..
He was the highest I've ever seen. Almost had him convinced there are only three colors in the rainbow...
Sent him a nude and I forgot to crop out the Jesus picture in the background. The Catholic guilt is too real.
I apparently ooze single. The second I left his house after break up sex five of my old booty calls text me
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