The other night, after E.S. and I had sex, I dropped my head onto the pillow and shut my eyes.
“What are you doing?” he said.
I did not open my eyes. “I’m going to sleep.”
“No,” he said. “We have to stay up and talk about our emotions.”
I really should have pushed him in front of the N train when I had the chance.
Emotions?!? Was it make-up sex?
Good Lord. When did E.S. become a lesbian?
Isn’t this role reversal?
How long did it take for you to smother him with the pillow?
So tell me…how does that make you feeeeeeeeeeeel?
Change the locks.
You guys still have sex?
LMAO. I would swear commenter David and TGF are one in the same, because that truly is how she could respond. Thanks for the laugh.
It’s like with dogs when their owners start to look like them. Do you often mistake him for A. as well?