I met a guy in the subway. He walked around and led me home. I invited him for tea. We sit down and drink tea. Both are uncomfortable. We both understand that the situation seems to imply, but both are fucking “not.” And then I cuddly poured a boil on his pants. Honestly, I accidentally broke out. I think of myself, “It’s straight like porn. “Well, I really want to fuck.” And I say to him with the most innocent appearance: "Take off your pants, we will dry on the battery." He looked at me with horror and somehow turned off. I drank tea and he was at the door. Here I took him for the shovel (literally), I ask:

Cho, did you not like it?

You liked it, what?

You did not get my number. Let me record.



In general, they have been married for five years. Once we remembered our first acquaintance, he said, "You are offering me to take off my pants, and I think fucking, it's straight like porn, well, it can't really be. I’ll break up, and it turns out you didn’t mean that.”

That is, not that he did not understand the hint, he understood, but insured the journey.