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“We had sex in the hallway the other day, and I liked it… ;).” Dear god, I thought, I’ve lost my mind and had sex with someone who uses emoticons. More
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“We had sex in the hallway the other day, and I liked it… ;).” Dear god, I thought, I’ve lost my mind and had sex with someone who uses emoticons. More
Ah! Men and their need to see, have or taste a hairless vagina. More
“I have your underwear,” read the text. More
Eventually things turn toward sexy talk. I am, of course, not opposed to sexy talk or erotica, and based on his novels, neither is he. More
It was like a fucking earthquake, and I was raised to never, ever do such a thing at a table where people are consuming food, especially spätzle. More
I haven’t learned much in my life, at least not anything that has really stuck. But what I do know is: 1. Nobody puts Baby in the corner, and 2. You don’t leave Chatel waiting at a table for over an hour. More
Dead skin cells, anyone? More
Finally, after almost 20 minutes, my mother piped up: “Oh! You mean the flasher!” More
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Let’s be honest, no matter what that number is, I’m going to be judged so early on in the game. I’ll either be the virgin or the whore — sadly, women rarely find themselves in any other category when it comes to their “number.” For now, my number is mine and I’m not handing it over to anyone. More
I got out of the car, sweeping my skirt up in the process and walked to the door. My first date was officially over and it was so unremarkable that I knew then that John Hughes films had killed real life for me. More
I asked him if he was seriously unaware of just how horrible his actions were, but he said it wasn’t any different than had it been a rat or a “lame” kitten. More
But peeing on someone isn’t “freaky?” More
I’m not in love with Tattoo Guy; I’ll never be in love with him, but I sure as hell love the dickens out of him. More