I went in my first date a few days ago and still bummed out because of how bad it was. Or at least how bad I think it was. I feel like I was too serious. Too “to the point.”
I went in my first date a few days ago and still bummed out because of how bad it was. Or at least how bad I think it was. I feel like I was too serious. Too “to the point.”
In those younger years my home was a hive of unbridled hedonism, a roiling apiary where instinct and impulse were indulged with wild abandon. A bewitching predator slipped in amidst the swarm of tittering sycophants. Though outwardly urbane, I could sense in her a mocking thirst. Driven half-mad by cloying vulgarity I plotted to rid myself of this lurking threat in a grand display of sadistic sport. But as the moment of murder drew nigh, the gibbous moon revealed her inhuman desires in all their stultifying hideousness… :cringe: