BIKER GIRL
I liked her on the phone, despite her not having a photo to show me, because she talked about her motorcycles and dildos and vibrators and handcuffs.
But in person, she was much too big for me, and her face just didn’t fit what I was looking for, not even in a one night stand.
We talked over dinner. I actually broke into tears over missing Girl 6, my beloved Alayna.
In the car, on the way home, my traitorous penis, Tyrannosaurus Rex, chimed in. “See? You miss her too.”
“Shut up,” I said, wiping my eyes.
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