I ended up on the fire escape of Skylab chain smoking bad Japanese Virginia Slims and drank two beers and an entire bottle of shitty Gato merlot and then broke into my own pool after hours with the keyboardist of the band that had played. and then we cuddled and fucked and cuddled and I was weirdly dom to him and pushed him around until he cried and came hard. at 1:16 am as we sat on the carpet and I covered my breasts and he set up my new laser printer. and then we fell asleep and fucked again and now my sheets are in the washer but not soaking or spinning because they smell exactly as they should.
the worst part about all of this is that his name is ____ and with the exception of of one brief time with an ex, I have exclusively fucked _____s this summer.
Like, many. CAN I GET A NEW NAME PLEASE? THIS IS GETTING CONFUSING.