Lonelywife1205
Lonely no more
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I'm driving a big '70s gas guzzler, with a big bench seat. There's plenty of room![]()
A Cutlass Supreme?
*walks down memory lane*
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I'm driving a big '70s gas guzzler, with a big bench seat. There's plenty of room![]()
A Cutlass Supreme?
*walks down memory lane*
Safety in numbers, as they say! What could go wrong?![]()
I was thinking my '71 Impala![]()
*hops in*
*pulls you close across that big vinyl seat*
*pulls you close across that big vinyl seat*
*begins to feel uncomfortable, as Lonelywife1205 is pulled across his lap*
I was supposed to be in the back, huh? I'll just crawl back there. You two seem busy.
*scooches in closer, bats eyelashes, blows a bubble with my gum and fix my hair scrunchie*![]()
*slides my arm around you, drops the car into gear* let's go cruising, then maybe find somewhere to park![]()
Ok, and I brought a friend for Nevyn.![]()

When I was in Junior High, I went to this dance. I didn't go to many of them, but I got talked into going to this one out of a weird sense of hope and possibility.
I went alone of course, because I never had anyone to go with. I saw this girl who was alone too and I decided to ask her to dance. I didn't know her well, we hadn't been in classes together, but she was wearing a dress and I thought what the hell?
So I asked her to dance and she looked around at everyone in this panic, and slapped me in the face. She shouted; "Don't talk to me, pig!" and stormed off.
In so many ways, I'm still that poor fat kid, standing alone on the dance floor, afraid to ask another girl to dance but afraid that if I go home, it will mean she is right and I should just give up. I killed time another hour that night, before walking home. Eventually, people stopped laughing about it.
My whole interaction with women has always sort of been like this. I've never grown out of it. Always reaching out, but in the wrong way, in the wrong places, to the wrong people.
I'm 37. I'm beginning to think I've been at this dance alone, for far too long. Time to go home.
I felt this in ways I don't like to admit...fuck, I could have written it.
I need a new show to binge watch
I need a new show to binge watch
What the hell is going on with this leg?
Now I'm thinking.. What leg, and what is going on with it