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So, back in college, there was this kid named David Graulls that seemed to hate a bunch of us improvisors (he really disliked me)…and I have always asked myself, “What ever happened to him.”
I think I now know.
Halloween Sex – w4m
Date: 2009-11-02, 5:11PM CST
We had sex on Halloween and it wasn’t good. I said it was good, but I lied and now I’m praying that you don’t call because that would be awful if I had to, 1. have sex with you again or, 2. tell you that your sex is bad. Please, please don’t call me because if my self esteem were good, then I, 1. wouldn’t have had sex with you to begin with, or 2. I would have told you your sex was bad, yet swore it was my fault.
Certainly my self esteem hasn’t improved in the past few days, but I do feel I should warn you that should we have sex again, I may have to tell you that you don’t know what you’re doing and your hand felt creepy and fumbling in my girly place AND your tongue has some sort of spastic, uncontrollable, squirrelly-spaz’ish, unattractive quality that I absolutely can’t stand.
Please be my missed connection. Please, please, pretty please. My vagina isn’t fond of you. You’re rough and awkward and awfully overconfident about your sexuality. And I just can’t do a damn thing with all that badness.
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Welcome to the game, Bitch!
