Abort Abort Abort: My Brain, The Pussy, and Me Reach Agreement
He opened the door to his hotel room wearing a sweat-stained polo shirt and droopy jeans. He looked half asleep.
Him (no he doesn’t get a cute moniker because you will see his is NOT WORTHY): Hey gorgeous, come ‘ere and give me a hug.
He opened his arms wide in anticipation of my full-frontal embrace, but really opening his arms just revealed that he had some severe love handles. So severe that they showed under a baggy polo shirt. Oh dear.
