The People I Slept With.

I WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGIZE TO BUT MOSTLY THANK THE GUYS MY FRIENDS AND I HAVE BEEN INVOLVED WITH BECAUSE ALL OF THE FOLLOWING STORIES ARE TRUE. Only names, dates and locations were changed to protect the fragile male ego.

Category: ONE NIGHT STAND SEX

8 REASONS I SHOULDN’T HAVE SLEPT WITH HIM

by ThePeopleISleptWith

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1) He tipped in change. 50 cents to be exact.

2) He said “he already ate” when I mentioned being hungry.

3) He suggested a threesome with a friend I saw at the bar… four times.

4) When the bartender handed me the wrong drink he said, ” She’ll just drink that.”

5) He only complimented my butt.

6) He ordered the exact amount of beers that I said would get me drunk.

7) He wore the wrong size condom.

8) He asked me if I came. If you have to ask the answer is no.

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Cigarettes and Video Games

by ThePeopleISleptWith

He didn’t seem to mind that he was the only person who came during our three minute romp. By that time the tequila had worn off and the reality of my decisions became clear. I put my pants on casually mentioning how early I had to get up the next day. A lie. It didn’t seem to register. I left the room for some Gatorade and fresh air while I evaluated my life. When I walked back into my bedroom he was still in bed, now lighting a cigarette from my emergency pack nonetheless.

“NOT IN HERE!” I slammed the door. Clearly unfazed by my attempt at intimidation he continued to light MY cigarette. ” I locked myself out, my roommate won’t be home ’til tomorrow,” he exhaled then ashed onto my night stand. “It’s just have to get up early,” I repeated…. Nothing. This was a universally understood, polite hint that he was rudely choosing to ignore. It was at that point that I had accepted he was either going to kill me or kill and eat me.

“I’ll be out by six.”

“Great.” Not great. I already had plans with myself to watch some Shark Week and finish what he stared but no. He clipped the cigarette in my candle. I got into bed and turned on the TV. After five minutes of scrolling we just couldn’t come to a compromise. I gave up unfortunately subjecting myself to Drive Angry.. the classic 2011 Nick Cage film. Five minutes of torture later he was still on the damn phone. For the first time in my life I leaned over praying to see another girls name so I could kick him to the curb but rest assured he was just playing rollercoaster tycoon. Somehow I found it more offensive.

I hit my bong about twelve times but no amount of weed was going to make that movie better or help me sleep next to that psychopath. That night I stayed up til six am watching various Nichols Cage films while a 31 year old man, whose last name I do not know, played video games on his phone.

SEX, DRUGS, THEN PLEASE LEAVE.

by ThePeopleISleptWith

“Want to see my Beat Laboratory?”

…You had me at the Step Brothers reference. I followed you in giving you my usual rant about not being a relationship person – See it’s best to sabotage any chance for feelings ASAP. This way you’ll never even have to know if they liked you enough to date you. It’s all about creating the illusion that you’re control while you spend your nights drinking alone.

Maybe it was your Bob Dylan impression, LOST obsession, cute butt, the free weed or genuine love for Twisted Tea but we fucked on your unmade bed. Then again at my place. During the second time around you came in my mouth and I grabbed a glass of lemon water I had sitting on my nightstand. It wasn’t until I took a large gulp that I realized the lemon in the water had rotted. I was now drinking one of my infamous science experiments.

{ Lemon + Water + Leave for 2+ days } I swallowed.

After, you got dressed you told me you weren’t looking for anything serious. I paused. Just what you want to hear before you’ve fully digested someone’s cum. The taste still lingered in my mouth. You left. I got high on your weed and deleted your number.

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ALWAYS HAVE CAB MONEY

by ThePeopleISleptWith

Growing up in the Suburbs I am use to the “walk of shame” consisting of :
1) Strutting from his door to my car as quick as possible.
2) Driving home comfortably singing ballads in my car. Maybe even Taco-Bell.
3) Quietly sneaking into my house with sex hair avoiding my parents.

Thanks to my low income job and my asshole date I didn’t have the luxury of a car/cab during my first walk of shame in NYC. I immediately regretted the decision to spend the night when I woke up in a un-air conditioned room being cuddled to death. I fixed myself up the best I could. I walked out onto 66th and 5th with a my outfit from the previous night, messy hair, bad breath and smudged mascara. After wasting 10 minutes walking in the wrong direction I eventually found the subway. My train was delayed. I waited over a half hour, it really helped with the smell. When the train finally came as the Curb Your Enthusiasm theme song played in my head I sat right next to my Professor. Whose class I had later that day. I tried to avoid eye contact but eventually he asked, “rough night?” Almost two hours after leaving I finally arrived home after receiving one last dirty look from my doorman.

LESSON LEARNED: ALWAYS HAVE CAB MONEY

THE PERSON I THINK I SLEPT WITH

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My contacts were stuck to my eyes. I could feel his beer breath on the back of my neck. I had underwear and a wife beater on… but no bra. His hands moved slowly from my waist to my ass… did I sleep with him? The night prior was a blur. It wasn’t until I saw the bottle of Jagermeister on the night stand, next to the White Castle bag, that I realized.. I probably did. He sat up, afraid I hid most of my face underneath the covers, as if that could magically make him go away. I felt a warm kiss on my forehead then he left the room. I should of asked him what happened but I’m not sure I wanted to know. I got dressed quickly and walked out of his room. Disheveled and disoriented I walked right into the living room where four of his friends were hanging out. After 10 of the most awkward seconds of my life he followed me to the door. ” I had fun,” he said but before he could lean in for a kiss I gave him a high-five. I guess I’ll never know.