It's easier to be friends than lovers, and you shouldn’t try to mix the two
‘I don’t get,’ I said, ‘how you ask me to fuck you and then make me the asshole the next morning.’
‘I was weak.’
‘Yeah, well, I was drunk,’ I said, ‘and I’d think you’d have found the strength to say no by the third or forth time. It wasn’t like I tied your wrists to the bed rail.’
‘Yeah, you did.’
‘Okay,’ I admitted, the tension broken for a moment, ‘but only once. And I wasn’t the one that took off your clothes while I was trying to fall asleep.’
‘I was weak.’
‘Yeah, well, I was drunk,’ I said, ‘and I’d think you’d have found the strength to say no by the third or forth time. It wasn’t like I tied your wrists to the bed rail.’
‘Yeah, you did.’
‘Okay,’ I admitted, the tension broken for a moment, ‘but only once. And I wasn’t the one that took off your clothes while I was trying to fall asleep.’
Posted @ 6:27 AM
3 Comments:
8/25/2005
Anonymous writes:
tsokolove writes:
dan writes:
sometimes what you secretly want and what you say you want, should be the same thing.
8/25/2005
oh no you did not go there.
8/26/2005
bloggable sex fest + liz phair = hells yes
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