No, it was a year and a half of having sex in random places–like my deck, my front porch, my shed, and my laundry room–with the guy who lived in my basement, and trying to convince my dad that it was a completely platonic relationship. Oh, and the pool AND pool table. There are still love stains on the pool table. It was totally worth it.
Jonco, you may have to show him the way it is done!
Oh yeah, that is the guy from the public storage unit.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. I hope you’re not implying… Dude, I have standards. Come on. Be nice.
Huh? I saw him at my storage unit again, I think he lives in it. What are you implying?
I thought you meant MY guy from my incident at the storage unit. just kidding. 😛
Oh, no. Different subject, forgot all about that. How did it turn out? Was it a 1 storage unit night stand?
No, it was a year and a half of having sex in random places–like my deck, my front porch, my shed, and my laundry room–with the guy who lived in my basement, and trying to convince my dad that it was a completely platonic relationship. Oh, and the pool AND pool table. There are still love stains on the pool table. It was totally worth it.
So, now I see where the term “stick the cue ball” originated.
DAYUM Kate you got more outside than I have
Sorry
no ,thats a good thing dear
I was talking about “doing it” outside
I know what you meant… Now I just feel particularly skanky.
I think I’m okay with that. It was worth it.