The following is a response to a post by Addison Albright. The artwork is theirs as well.
Oh, my word–I remember the one time I woke up to a relative stranger in my bed. It wasn’t nearly this romantic. It was my one semester of college. I was 18 and a hot mess, but I didn’t usually bring strange guys back to my dorm room. Fortunately, we were both fully clothed. The only thing I knew was that his name was Ted and I met him in a line waiting for concert tickets, which tells you how long ago this was.
Okay. It was 1983.
My response was “you’ve gotta go!” I hustled him out the back stairs, hoping that no one saw us.
Oops. I am glad that it didn't become nasty. Those awakens have a hell of a lot of ugly potential.ReplyDelete
It didn't get icky later until he came back. Some guys don't know how to take no for an answer.Delete