I start out drinking early with an old compatriot of mine. We're talking and killing time and bullshitting the way men do.
I meet up with another buddy of mine and we head to meet the young girl and her friends. We find ourselves mired in a hopelessly college party bar and it all fades and I wake up naked next to her and she pulls my arm around her waist. I get up and take care of some errands and my ex-wife texts me and we're on pleasant terms for the day it seems like. It won't last but I take it as what it is and am thankful she's not killing me to fucking kill myself as is sometimes the case.
I have a date with a girl I met last week but I don't even feel like going. I'm in overkill/overlap/over-whatever mood and I don't know what I'm doing.
After the date I'll go see my girl or young girl or whatever.
I need a vacation from being me but I know getting one of those is like a reservation at Dorsia on a Friday night in the 1980's.
Young girl invites me to come over after she gets off from work.
My girl is leaving town for the weekend for a family event.
This spare time on my hands is burning a hole in my pocket so I fill it with women.
That and my dick is craving some variety in the fairer sex.
I kicked the other young girl I met to the curb because she was simply too talkative and spoke too loudly every waking minute of the day.
She might've bought herself some more time if she gave a killer blowjob or something but a cartoon character proportioned body will only carry you so far if I'm not pounding it in and your conversational skills are lacking.
I feel the trepidation because drinking these days gives me some physiological anxiety in the form of a racing heart beat.
I could stop but I know I will keep going.
I have to see this, whatever it is, through to the bittersweet end.
The girl I'm meeting is petite with dark hair and big eyes. Shocker, right?
I picked her up effortlessly.
She strikes me as a shy, quiet type. Another shocker, right?
I don't feel like going but it's important to stay in practice.
The days are just packed to quote the creator of Calvin & Hobbes.
I meet up with another buddy of mine and we head to meet the young girl and her friends. We find ourselves mired in a hopelessly college party bar and it all fades and I wake up naked next to her and she pulls my arm around her waist. I get up and take care of some errands and my ex-wife texts me and we're on pleasant terms for the day it seems like. It won't last but I take it as what it is and am thankful she's not killing me to fucking kill myself as is sometimes the case.
I have a date with a girl I met last week but I don't even feel like going. I'm in overkill/overlap/over-whatever mood and I don't know what I'm doing.
After the date I'll go see my girl or young girl or whatever.
I need a vacation from being me but I know getting one of those is like a reservation at Dorsia on a Friday night in the 1980's.
Young girl invites me to come over after she gets off from work.
My girl is leaving town for the weekend for a family event.
This spare time on my hands is burning a hole in my pocket so I fill it with women.
That and my dick is craving some variety in the fairer sex.
I kicked the other young girl I met to the curb because she was simply too talkative and spoke too loudly every waking minute of the day.
She might've bought herself some more time if she gave a killer blowjob or something but a cartoon character proportioned body will only carry you so far if I'm not pounding it in and your conversational skills are lacking.
I feel the trepidation because drinking these days gives me some physiological anxiety in the form of a racing heart beat.
I could stop but I know I will keep going.
I have to see this, whatever it is, through to the bittersweet end.
The girl I'm meeting is petite with dark hair and big eyes. Shocker, right?
I picked her up effortlessly.
She strikes me as a shy, quiet type. Another shocker, right?
I don't feel like going but it's important to stay in practice.
The days are just packed to quote the creator of Calvin & Hobbes.
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