My fuck buddy is leaving Manhattan.
Okay, he's a little more than a fuck buddy. I mean, it's hard to have great sex with someone - as well as great conversation - for six months and have no emotion. I know he wasn't my boyfriend - he was way too young and way too cute, but it was nice in the lonely wee hours of the morning to pretend he was.
Maybe...just maybe...you don't always get what you want, but you get what you need.
Yes, I'm buying that one.
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MY LIFE ON THE LAM IN NYC'S EAST VILLAGE
5 comments:
So long, trouble! ;-)
"Trouble" will be missed.
Well as Bertha says, some of us were meant to be single...and it seems old floppy tits...and MM are in that boat!
What a lady you are Bertha! I swear you and mm are the same person.
I hope I'm not meant to be single - but it seems that way, doesn't it? I miss your blog, Betha.
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