Funny story, actually. It was a long time ago, and it was a previous girlfriend (an evil one). I was due to visit home with her for the first time - and it was the first time I'd ever brought a girl home. There had been some tip-toing around the subject. So I got drunk, phoned my Mum and spent twenty-minutes basically saying "Look. We're fucking. You know we're fucking, I know we're fucking. You might as well face it and stick us in the same bedroom, where we will probably fuck, and get it over with. There's no point with all these stupid sleeping arrangements, because regardless of what you do we're going to fuck."
The visit was a bit tense. The walls were made of paper.
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Date: 2004-05-14 03:20 am (UTC)The visit was a bit tense. The walls were made of paper.