Dating is SUPER-HARD!
I had forgotten how much work was involved.
Between breath checks and trying to force out the coveted stink-less, soundless booty burp...
I am exhausted!
Honestly, I like this guy...but I -no longer- am the "going out" type.
Someone may ask me to go to a bar. No thanks. I can get wasted and grope myself at home. Naked even. Without the possibility of a nasty old guy trying to poke a pool stick in my brown eye.
Someone may say "hey, wanna go to a movie" No thanks. I'm not quite fond of driving 30 miles to sit next to a complete stranger that may or may not smell of rancid bok choy. Plus it is just ridiculous the amount of money those bitches charge for lemonheads. They are tiny flavored balls of sugar, not gold.
What it all boils down to is: I am a homebody with an extreme fear of expanding my comfort zone.
Oh well, there are worse things than being a homebody.
I could be an extremely unattractive homebody with backne & a vespa.
I had forgotten how much work was involved.
Between breath checks and trying to force out the coveted stink-less, soundless booty burp...
I am exhausted!
Honestly, I like this guy...but I -no longer- am the "going out" type.
Someone may ask me to go to a bar. No thanks. I can get wasted and grope myself at home. Naked even. Without the possibility of a nasty old guy trying to poke a pool stick in my brown eye.
Someone may say "hey, wanna go to a movie" No thanks. I'm not quite fond of driving 30 miles to sit next to a complete stranger that may or may not smell of rancid bok choy. Plus it is just ridiculous the amount of money those bitches charge for lemonheads. They are tiny flavored balls of sugar, not gold.
What it all boils down to is: I am a homebody with an extreme fear of expanding my comfort zone.
Oh well, there are worse things than being a homebody.
I could be an extremely unattractive homebody with backne & a vespa.
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