After a rousing evening of drinking Pacificos outdoors with my friend George* I hopped on the M15 and headed back home. While on the bus, I received a text from Penthouse Greg. It read "Headed home. Want to come over?" Delete. Then another one, "Guess you're still MIA. Oh well." Delete.
What have I learned from this experience? That I must taste just like candy cause fella won't BACK DOWN.
*again, pseudonym.
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