Mmm.
Sunday at Midnight.
I'll need someone to hang on my arm like a trophy wife.
What does it take, anymore? Intelligence? Disinterest?
Short skirts? Red lipstick?
From "L'auberge Espagnole"... does that trick work?
Could you try it on me?
Public affection. Will it increase with age?
I feel grumpy. I feel vulnerable. I'm sending text messages I'd swore I wouldn't.
Warm bodies are terribly hard to find. Warm, leave-in-the-morning, yet still on call bodies. Rebounds. To prevent the text messages.
Bah. Perhaps it will improve after Monday.
Sunday at Midnight.
I'll need someone to hang on my arm like a trophy wife.
What does it take, anymore? Intelligence? Disinterest?
Short skirts? Red lipstick?
From "L'auberge Espagnole"... does that trick work?
Could you try it on me?
Public affection. Will it increase with age?
I feel grumpy. I feel vulnerable. I'm sending text messages I'd swore I wouldn't.
Warm bodies are terribly hard to find. Warm, leave-in-the-morning, yet still on call bodies. Rebounds. To prevent the text messages.
Bah. Perhaps it will improve after Monday.
People wanting to haing off you = 1/clothing worn
the fewer clothes worn the higher the number :-D
I wish it worked that way for guys too :/
I will see you sunday night at some point... oh the excitment!
\m/