Back at the hotel, they dance in the hotel nightclub. They dance a couple of slow close ups too, and the lead pipe is back again, though it comes and goes.
Has her wondering, that—a little.
It stayed up all night at the party.
But he has not been focused. He has not been himself. His mind is elsewhere. And she doesn't press him. She guesses that buying banks, whatever, isn't always a breeze.
And Cosmo said, Nothing to worry about...Happens.
Wednesday
Thursday
Every how many minutes guys think...
Yes, guys thinking about sex every three or four minutes is about right.
The survey he read has this more or less correct. Jeez, Einstein too.
Same survey had black guys thinking about sex every twenty one seconds.
Jeez! Can this be so?
Even though he asked a black guy in the office, and the black guy said he thought about sex not every twenty one seconds but all the time.
Can't be, though, can it?
The survey he read has this more or less correct. Jeez, Einstein too.
Same survey had black guys thinking about sex every twenty one seconds.
Jeez! Can this be so?
Even though he asked a black guy in the office, and the black guy said he thought about sex not every twenty one seconds but all the time.
Can't be, though, can it?
Wednesday
Good vibrations
In her mind's eye—even as she lies wrecked, beached and blown on the bed, well vibrated and wide spread—she is left with a vision of these kinda cute little curls of smoke rising from between her legs. All this in the eye of her mind...
Good, clean, guaranteed fun.
God, will any man ever come up to her vibrator?
Good, clean, guaranteed fun.
God, will any man ever come up to her vibrator?
Thursday
(2) Relationships are not built to last, okay
Something in any relationship is built to fail, like manufacturers of light bulbs make them last only so long. And generally to blow at bad moments, leaving you without light.
Relationships are like this, so too with relationships. He has himself blown more than a few.
And he sees with a sad clarity the tragic side to this inbuilt obsolescence in nature.
Anyway, tragic side or not, the attraction, a place to stay, whatever his cocktail waitress once had for him at the start of summer is over with the very first turning leaves of fall.
With the end of that summer, whatever had been was and is no more, and never will be again. Kind of, a light bulb fused. He heard the ping one morning, lying in bed, she by his side, trying. A bad moment to blow, like it usually was.
Relationships are like this, so too with relationships. He has himself blown more than a few.
And he sees with a sad clarity the tragic side to this inbuilt obsolescence in nature.
Anyway, tragic side or not, the attraction, a place to stay, whatever his cocktail waitress once had for him at the start of summer is over with the very first turning leaves of fall.
With the end of that summer, whatever had been was and is no more, and never will be again. Kind of, a light bulb fused. He heard the ping one morning, lying in bed, she by his side, trying. A bad moment to blow, like it usually was.
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