-let's go to my room.
-okay.
-don't sound too excited.
-sorry, it's not that, just too drugged out for a decent response.
we get up and go to her room.
-get naked.
kissing, fumbling, stripping myself, stripping someone else, kissing, fumbling my thoughts.
-i'm sorry. i can't do a one night stand with you. i really like you. if we have a one night stand, i won't want to see you, and that's not what i want.
-that's a shame, i invited you over to fuck you and not see you afterwards, but if you want we can be friends.
-yeah, i guess i'd rather spend time together than just have sex.
-yeah, we can be friends. you have to understand, since my fiance left me, i've been going on four a week, never to be seen again.
-there's no way we could have sex and hang out sometimes?
-no. i brought you over to fuck me and then leave.
-i've actually given this same mantra before because i think if you're using someone on a purely physical basis you should let them know it. it's weird being on the receiving end of the objectification speech.
-i'm not objectifying you. you're the subject. we're friends now.
-you're subjecting me to friendship?
-we're not having sex.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
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