You have repetitive stress disorder in your hips.
You spend forty-five minutes awkwardly talking to someone in the dark who turns out to be your pants and a towel and you wonder who you had sex with.
You won’t put your address on a job application because you don’t want any emotional blow-back if things go bad…
The scariest thing you hear during sex is “you look familiar”…
Your iron-clad rule is “no more than four sexual partners from the same apartment complex”.
You end up pregnant and the only trait you can come up with for the father is that he was male and probably a mammal.
You have venereal diseases that are named after you.
You have trouble recognizing women you’ve already met unless they are making an orgasm face.
You decide to notch your bedpost for every sexual partner you have but there are no notches because YOU ARE TOO BUSY HAVING SEX TO DO IT.
You use your brother’s name so often that they two of you have just decided to switch identities entirely…
Are u talking from experience here??? Huh Mr Gigolo????
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My sex life is duller than a communal pencil…
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I’m not sure I want to go there 😕
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You don’t even want to ask directions to there…
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So it’s blunt because it’s been used so much. Niiiice?!
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That’s a great spin on it. I’ll take it!
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Good to know.
A bit frightening…
But good.
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I was on Fark.com last week and saw an article link that asked, “how do you know you are having too much casual sex?”, so I just took it as a topic…
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Blog inspiration.
It’s everywhere…
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That photo; it’s gotta be the next morning walk of shame.
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I put “walk of shame” into Google images. Good call!
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I’m always very formal
when it comes to sex 😎
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Black tie?
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