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Maybe I just didn't want to believe I was a slut...
I had never thought of myself as such, after all. I mean, I have standards, perhaps even relatively high ones.
But tonight...
In preparation for my move, I wanted to sell my bed. It's only a year old, is in great condition, so why not? I posted an ad on Craig's List last week, and got some prompt responses. The first person was a guy who lived in the same neighborhood who had his own van that he could use to transport it, so I figured he was the best bet for a painless transfer.
Well, he came by tonight to check it out and take it away (if he wanted it). He had sounded a bit gay to me on the phone, and when he arrived I noticed he was kinda cute.
He thought the bed was fine, and... started flirting heavily with me. I mean, quite obvious. Well, what am I going to do?
So I gave him his first test run on the bed. And then he took the bed with him when we were done. Now there's a first for me.
But tonight...
In preparation for my move, I wanted to sell my bed. It's only a year old, is in great condition, so why not? I posted an ad on Craig's List last week, and got some prompt responses. The first person was a guy who lived in the same neighborhood who had his own van that he could use to transport it, so I figured he was the best bet for a painless transfer.
Well, he came by tonight to check it out and take it away (if he wanted it). He had sounded a bit gay to me on the phone, and when he arrived I noticed he was kinda cute.
He thought the bed was fine, and... started flirting heavily with me. I mean, quite obvious. Well, what am I going to do?
So I gave him his first test run on the bed. And then he took the bed with him when we were done. Now there's a first for me.
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