You’re abroad for work or play, you’re somehow more charming, more winning, more open by having had your horizons expanded, and so you meet someone.
I went shopping at a vintage store the other day and bought myself this really sassy, shoulder-padded ‘80s number.
Homosexuality in a boyfriend isn’t a deal breaker. Neither is it my preferred mode of operation, but my point is I can swing it if I have to, most especially because I like having sex in the dark.
I am, and please pardon the arrogance here, a bit of a connoisseur of The Crunch Class.
As every long journey begins with a single step, so does every dinner out begins with a single dollar bill. So what if it’s come from a g-string?
I’ve always had this unrequited attraction to lesbians who read as male.
You’re sick, but in a cute way.
A third nipple is, if nothing else, a thing to have to talk about.