A boi named – WHOOO?!
“What’d you do last night?” Liana texted me this morning.
“Oh, not much. Just danced my vest nearly in half, continued to cultivate two different romantic seeds, and went to bed at 4:30 a.m.” I typed back.
“Which crops?” She asked, Laughing[Her]AssOff.
“One was this guy named Cleve who I THOUGHT was this guy named Craig until I saw the real Craig at Fiesta, Thursday night. Well then who the fuck is that other guy? I had wondered.
Cleve, Cleve, Cleve.
Now I won’t forget; but I still have NO idea how we first met.”
If only my lust life was as organized as our textual exchanges.
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