The Double Drama Begins
Saturday was my friend Barbie’s wedding. Although I was very excited for her, I was nervous as fuck about Handsome Nerd. Would he be weird? Embarassed? Cold? Apologetic? (He’d better, the idiot). Aw fucking hell.
In anticipation of the first contact with Handsome Nerd in months, I dressed to kill with a little black dress, stilettos, and an itty-bitty black lacy g-string (I swear, guys can sense when you’re wearing these and not just because there’s no panty line. I can’t decide whether it’s the devilish grin or very faint smell of partially-exposed pussy that gives it away).
It worked. Or rather, I worked it like a bad case of blue balls depended on it.
