Three weeks like those three days would’ve likely killed me. ^.^
This is probably going to come off like a total boasting post, but I assure you that’s not the case. It’s just that so much happened this weekend, if anybody had told me last Friday how my Saturday, Sunday and Monday were going to go I’d have laughed in their face.
Seriously, how would you respond to it if somebody told you the following things on a Friday:
1. On Saturday, you’re going to go to a really fun party, do some silly shit, and meet some great new people.
2. On Sunday morning, one of those great new people (who’s also a really cute chick) is going to wake you up with a handjob.
3. On Sunday night, you’re going to go to a sex/swing club (with two girls from Saturday’s party) for about 6 hours, during which time you’ll see stuff the likes of which you’ve never seen before. (At least not in a public place.)
4. That you’ll later be told that was “a rather slow night” for such a place.
5. On Monday night, you’ll finally get to meet up with a girl you’ve been emailing and chatting with. Said meeting is a bit of a surprise, given the tendency of such girls in your recent experience to be absolute flakes.
6. Not only will this girl be much cuter than expected, she’ll also find you cute as well.
7. She will enjoy not only your cooking, but also your performance in bed.
8. So much so, that she wants to know when she can sample both of them again.
If somebody were to tell you all of that, what would you tell them?
You’d tell them they were either full of shit or high – or both.
And if they were high, you’d want to know where you could score some of what they had.