I went out the other night with a girl to drink and listen to music.
While we were out we ran into people I know and others I have met before.
As we step inside my humble abode, the girl looks at me and says, “Have you slept with x?” X was one of the women we ran into.
“No.” I begin pulling her pants off.
“But you want to, I can tell.” Her hand resting on me for a moment.
“Sure, but there’s lots of women I would like to.” My hand reaches up beneath her shirt and under her bra.
She puts her hand on my face, “You really don’t know how to talk to a woman.”
I pause for a moment and look at her expressionless, “You don’t think so?”
“Women don’t want to hear those things.” I nibble on her neck and feel between her legs, my hands come back moist.
“Uh huh.”
“Most men learn how to lie. You’re socially autistic or something.”
“I know how to lie.” I lower her to the floor. “I just don’t care to.”
She has rug burns after we finish.
