Me: I need a really big favor.
Her: No.
Me: Are you mad at me?
Her: Not really mad, it’s just… I feel like you’re avoiding me.
Her: We have sex and then you just drop me.
Me: I know. And I apologize.
[awkward silence]
Me: So how you been?
Her: Pretty good. I’m kinda seeing this guy…
[insert 10 minutes of Don’t Answer Girl talking about her new guy]
Me: So now that I’ve listened to you yammer on about your new boyfriend…
Me: Are you gonna help me out?
Her: No.
Me: Good for you. Way to stand up to me. I’m proud of you… bitch.
Her: I love you, David.
Me: I love you too. Bye.
*giggles* You’re my favorite.
“Bitch” was the operative word, the explanation mark.
Conversations like these make me wish I were asexual.
thats awesome!
You coming to shibaricon this year? we missed you last year!
Barring an unforeseen act of God, I will be there this year.
Awesome, be good to have you back!
I still think it was funny i ran to you in a 24 hour dinner outside st.louis the one weekend, that was a surprise!
Many surprises occur in that diner
Well, I’m celibate which is as close to asexual as I’m ever gonna get
I try.
I tried to do the asexual Morrissey thing — but guys notice my breasts anyway. 😉