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Yeah, so

You beat the crap out of a girl — like she asked, mind you — and don’t you know the next thing she’s gonna want is for you to hold her while she cries.

Go figure.

Basement sex

Have I ever told you about the best sex I’ve ever had? I can’t recall.

It was in Mark’s parents’ basement, years ago. We were still in college, so I’m guessing we were twenty. We snuck downstairs after everyone else was asleep. He fucked me, missionary position, on an old mattress on the floor. I was literally screaming my head off it was so good. I have no idea why.

After a couple minutes of me screaming, Mark told me to be quiet. He didn’t want me to wake anyone up.

So I stopped screaming.

Love anytime

“With her Florentino Ariza learned what he had already experienced many times without realizing it: that one can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the same sorrow with each, and not betray any of them. Alone in the midst of the crowd on the pier, he said to himself in a flash of anger: ‘My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse.'”

― Gabriel Garcí­a MárquezLove in the Time of Cholera

On ice

I passed a super hot mom in heels walking across the icy field to pick up her kindergartener.

I should have offered a hand and said, “Can I help you across?”

I could have said, “At least on the way back, you’ll have a kid to hold onto!”

I actually said nothing (but smiled).

I’m pretty sure she thought I was laughing at her.

Why is this so fucking hard?

Notes from last night

Truffle frites are better than sex.

People need to put down their fucking phones on their date nights.

Skinny jeans, boots, and a sheer sparkly top is appropriate dress for a so-called good girl at a strip club.

Strippers are hot.

Sex for sale is not exactly hot.

I love watching Mark get a lap dance.

I want to touch a girl.

I had a really good time last night.

What does a girl wear to a strip club?

I need to know by Saturday.

I’m counting on you.

And don’t forget, it’s winter here.

Dear Jenna

I’m going to grope you and smack your ass tonight. You’re going to like it. 😉



The first time I saw it, my eye caught the red glow at its base then rose with the clean straight lines of its gray walls. You saw it too.

“Want to go in?”

“Kind of,” I said.


Thirty-three words beginning with “the first time I…” By the way, I like how the first time implies that there will be a second time.


The waitress

She was beautiful. Long, dark hair, curvy, tiny. Her dress was sparkly and transparent, her boots were tall and black.

She flitted around the party, keeping busy with bringing drinks and flirting.

She had a paragraph tattooed on her right shoulder blade.

Oh, I want to read it.

Yes, I did smile.


I want to be alone
But I can’t escape

First I need to feel you pressing against me
Trying to fill me

I need your attention
Your effort
Your breath on my neck

I want to shrink into your shadow
Crumple under your weight
I want to feel small

Your touch will ask the question it answers

I want you to always try
But never fulfill me

I want you to fail
Over and over

Then vanish
Elude me
Leave me alone once more

In your aching absence
I find it again
My lack


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