I realize that even when you’re alone, there’s something to be said about having another body next to you. Perhaps not the confession of love, but the sychronization and disembodiment of movement, the comforting display of empathy and sympathy, not the feigned apathy feebly covering up the antipathy of loneliness.
No, that still does not excuse you.
mmm. lost yer virginity, eh?
Sorry! Come on, like you wouldn’t have thought that.
FINE. You can hit me.
*hits Shelly*
That’s my girl. 😀
*confused* yeah, won’t deny that my brain totally went to the gutter but I have this nifty “do not think about people you know IN THAT WAY because it will lead to baaaad things” policy. Way to test it, Steveo. We are glad to report that only MINIMAL mental scarring ensued.