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The Stories...
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Love Stinks. Sometimes we get dumped.
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fetal position
by crip
I met this guy at university who was really, really cute, and lived in the dorm across from me. One night, he asked me on a date, and I was really psyched. We went on the cutest date. We drank milkshakes, told funny stories, and walked back to the dorms.
He asked me into his room and I complied. We listened to music and kissed for a bit. Then the weirdest thing happened. He turned out the light, took of his clothes, curled into fetal position and asked for a blow job in thie weird kid voice. I was fully clothed. I didn't want to bolt while he was in such a vulnerable state, so I kinda kissed him for a minute more and made up and excuse to leave. I did not return his calls and avoided his floor.
The next week he sent me this fable about butterflies who hurt each other and a note saying he was lucky, because I was obviously an emotional cripple.
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