Guess what I did?
Told Bad Idea I wasn’t going to fuck him.
Guess what I woke up to at 8am?
3 untouched Jack & Cokes (why did I pour three drinks for the two of us?)
2 condom wrappers on the floor
2 HUGE painful bruise-y spots on my back (what the fuck happened to me? Did I fall down the basement stairs again? Thank gods there’s no actual basement here…)
1 Bad Idea standing confusedly in the middle of the living room mumbling, “I think I need to go home…”
We probably should have stuck with the heavy petting.
Live and learn. Regrets, I have none. Though I *am* going back to sleep.