I went in to our date thinking I might want to fuck this woman. She worked with her hands, which I thought might be a plus. But then we start talking about practical things like the committees we were on and what time we set our alarm clocks. She was nice and I wanted to give her a chance, but also, I didn’t want to spend the next date telling her about my last trip to Target.
Hi Sweetie!
You were a classic, but a little naughty, freed from your tight wrapper. A no-fuss candy, inviting me to take a handful. I reached down, ran my fingers over your curves. But suddenly I realized you weren’t the sweet chalky candy I’d loved as a child; you were a pill I just couldn’t swallow.
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