Her: don’t those rubber bands get stuck in your arm hair?
Him: no.
Later, in a
cab, somewhere on Girard--
Her: we’re not gonna do anything, okay? we’ll just see what
happens. okay?
Him: okay.
And not much happens.
He wakes up naked and hungover in the a/m.
Awkward car ride home (she drives).
Expectation—always
a little bit more one-sided
Than he’d like.
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