Alcohol.
Lost mine, whilst drunk, with ex-boyfriend on the sofabed in the lounge whilst my parents were upstairs. How cute.

However, this one's better. Find second boy who I'd liked 4 years or so who was unfortuate enough to receive my attentions. At club. Manage to drunkenly break his ankle. Smooth. Go home and things get hot and steamy. (confirmed sexpest now.) Things finalise, and we're both laying there, sweating and panting. I look to him romantically.

"You know what women are really good for?"

He looks at me. "What?"

"Carrying sperm to the bathroom."

There was silence for about ten seconds, before he actually laughed and I suddenly realised that it probably wasn't the smartest thing to say. CLASS. Turns out I'd managed to fracture his ankle badly enough that a metal pin was a possibility, too. Things going well.

Sex whilst your partner is wearing a plaster cast is funny, awkward, and distracting. Determination is a fine thing.

Still with him a year on.

(regards below: 'Rough as sandpaper' - Rough looking)
( Pineapplez, Fri 4 Mar 2005, 13:57, Reply)