Ok, Sweaty/Sexy Soccer Player emails me. If he's not too tired after playing soccer tonight, he'd like to come over.
Come over = come have sex/whatthefuckever.
Why is it that all I can muster up is ... gee, now I have to tidy up my apartment.
Ok. That's fucking SAD, Deb. SAD I say.
I think I must need some foreplay. As it's been weeks since I've even been kissed properly (on my birthday). I've kissed SSP, but not much more than some intense making out. Maybe that's why I'm kind of nochalant about it all. Great kisser, not sure if he's great otherwise.
Eh. I'm still going to go to the gym and go about my biz. If I get any hopes up, I'm sure he will call to say he's too tired.
Why do all the sexy ones live so fucking far away?
All working out and no play makes Debu a dull ... Someone flirt with me. I'm losing my touch!
Oh shit. I just read that post I wrote about him. Perhaps if I know he's coming over I might just have to take a nice bath and re-read some of what I wrote about him last year.
Posted by debutaunt at August 15, 2005 04:53 PMIt's clear that if you had to be reminded of the 10 things the soccer guy was supposed to do, he didn't do it. Here's hoping a few of the ten cum your way. You deserve it.
Posted by: simplygreg at August 16, 2005 01:05 AM