Talk dirty to me
Me: You are so polite
Him: Hahahaha oh no! Maybe that's my problem with women!
Me: What? No! It's a good thing
Him: No one has ever been like, "Ooooo you are so polite. Talk polite to me all night long!"
Him: Hahahaha oh no! Maybe that's my problem with women!
Me: What? No! It's a good thing
Him: No one has ever been like, "Ooooo you are so polite. Talk polite to me all night long!"
Lesbian Sex Advice For Straight Men
I can't tell you who. Because I am a nice person.
But, a straight man who is practically a stranger figured out that I am gay and asked me for sex advice tonight.
It has begun.
But, a straight man who is practically a stranger figured out that I am gay and asked me for sex advice tonight.
It has begun.
haha....oh man
La Patisserie
In Montreal:
Her: Every Saturday I walk my dog to the Patisserie and I get one of these tiny cakes
-she holds up the palm of her hand to show me how small they are-
I spear a piece of arugula.
Her: When I get home I put whip cream on it
She is a mirage of French romance. I don't want to blink incase atmospheric conditions suddenly change and she vanishes.
Her: Every Saturday I walk my dog to the Patisserie and I get one of these tiny cakes
-she holds up the palm of her hand to show me how small they are-
I spear a piece of arugula.
Her: When I get home I put whip cream on it
She is a mirage of French romance. I don't want to blink incase atmospheric conditions suddenly change and she vanishes.
Since this trip my desire to learn French has increased by approximately 300%
Ladykiller
At the improv show
We sit near the back on mismatched chairs
Her: I got my haircut today
Me: Oh ya! It's the same haircut so I didn't notice. Sorry
Her: That's ok
Me: I like it....you can't really mess this up though
*I gesture to her face*
Her: You're such a ladykiller
I meant it though.
We sit near the back on mismatched chairs
Her: I got my haircut today
Me: Oh ya! It's the same haircut so I didn't notice. Sorry
Her: That's ok
Me: I like it....you can't really mess this up though
*I gesture to her face*
Her: You're such a ladykiller
I meant it though.
Where do you find them?
Him: I love the photos on your blog. Where do you find them?!
Oh my friend.
It's a lesbian secret.
I will trade you for a date with Lana Del Rey.
love her
Her soft brown hair spreads across the blanket.
We look into each other's faces in the pitch black.
"Do you still love her?" she asks
"Ya. I love her and I kind of hate her." I say
I would have let her cat eat my leather skirt.
