Nice as usual.
But onto the juicy stuff -
After a bit of drink and a bit of smoke, I ended up in his bed.
The making out turned heavy, and then the clothes came off.
He was inside of me, for five seconds, and then...
"No, I can't do this," he said.
"What?"
"I can't do this."
Feeling more humiliated than anything else, I got out of bed, put on my clothes, and drove home in tears.
It's because I'm a stripper, isn't it?
I knew he was way too good.
No dating. No dating. No dating. It's just not right. And it all makes sense.
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