I may or may not have almost had an orgy last night. At 2 am. In Volunteer Park.
Along with the grass stains on the back of my dress, a text message this morning helped me remember:
"If you end up feeling weird/frustrated/used, I really apologize. I definitely enjoyed myself and we stopped well before anything that I'd regret, but I probably should have asked your permission before, like, using your thighs as a pillow. So, uh, sorry and I'll be more gentlemanly in the future. (That said, your thighs make awesome pillows and it required much drunk willpower not to jump you.)"
Who cares?!? It's Pride weekend!
Along with the grass stains on the back of my dress, a text message this morning helped me remember:
"If you end up feeling weird/frustrated/used, I really apologize. I definitely enjoyed myself and we stopped well before anything that I'd regret, but I probably should have asked your permission before, like, using your thighs as a pillow. So, uh, sorry and I'll be more gentlemanly in the future. (That said, your thighs make awesome pillows and it required much drunk willpower not to jump you.)"
Who cares?!? It's Pride weekend!
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