Maybe there is no Xanadu...
Recent developments suggest that the elusive "no strings sex" aka "Bootie Call" may not exist. Someone always has a hidden agenda. It seems lately every time I consider some new dating adventure, one of my friends has an experience totally go south that parallels what I was considering. It is freaking me out a bit. Today it is bootie calls and a few weeks ago it was dating friends of friends. What will it be next?
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Although not a big fan of the new comment system, being that it erased my spectacular wit over the past few months, I understand it completely. HOWEVER, what I DO NOT understand is the propensity of my friends (online and off) to continue to operate large, metal, combustion-engine propelled monstrosities that can KILL people after said friends (again, online and off) have been partaking in a parasympathetically depressing substance like, say... ALCOHOL.
Operation Manhunt a bust? Yep, that's a drag. But you'll hunt again , I'm sure. Next time, PLEASE take a cab. Or, use the situation to your advantage... i.e. "There's really no way I should drive, I've had a like one and a half drinks! (giggle)"
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