I meant the "stage" gay, Not the "bend me over and call me Gary" gay.
we left the bar for like 10 minutes last night and moved his car so it wouldnt get towed. neither of us have a clue where it is right now.
he used a semicolon in his bootycall text, of course he's not gonna go down on me.
we're making bets on your personal life
dudes here are drinking wine, and not in the forgivable 'just doing this to get laid' way
i have a queen bed, a cherrywood bed frame, and gold sheets. how are you saying no to me right now?
She needs sedatives and a leash
Liquor doesn't fix sad, but it sure as hell lowers my standards for a rebound.
I don't know, I think it's at least a minor achievement when you can light up with the guy who took your virginity and act like you didn't have and incredibly awkward sexual experience together
What if there is no right person? Maybe it's just the right cat. Or the right 12 cats.
I know he’s a bad decision but he's casual, his penis is amazing and his technique is on point.
I am so sorry. Not sure for what, but whatever I did last night probably merits an apology, so I'm covering my bases.
I'm now forever going to blame miss frizzle for making me the sexual deviant that I am today
On a brief change if topic, last night I dreamt I got shit faced with bill Nye the science guy and we went bar to bar and explained the science of alcohol to everyone who'd give us free drinks. We wore bow ties
I miss the pre Covid days when we could meet men in bars. Hitting on guys in the grocery store is just depressing
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