I Don’t Remember The Sex At All


I remember almost nothing at all about the night we spent together. I wasn't high or drunk or drowning in a sea of self-hatred…I just tuned out. Before you go thinking that this was a hookup–it wasn't. The guy and I had gone on a handful of dates and there had been some light kissing before that night. He was a wonderful person, but a pretty terrible kisser. His tongue was like a stiff wet weapon...

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