I will start, I have few but i will write two.

  1. A hot girl from Tinder took me to her apartment, which was about a 10-minute walk from the bar. We were both drunk (just beer) and super horny at that point.

It was the middle of the night. We shared a bottle of red wine at her place. On our second round, she was giving me head while I was on my back when—completely uncontrollably—I let out a deadly silent fart.

OMG, I wanted to die right then. She felt sick, and we just went to sleep. (BTW, I snore like a train—important for the next story.) The next morning, with a brutal hangover, I tried to have sex again, but she said she felt like vomiting, haha.

She never replied to my texts, which is fair for a ONS. But a month later, I ran into her on my way home… with another guy. Haha.

  1. You already know I (33M) snore like a chainsaw. I met this cute girl (40F) at an event—extremely shy, like she was on mute the whole time. I talked her ear off, but somehow, we ended up agreeing to meet up. She’s the well-behaved, quiet, polite type with a solid government job and a nice place in the city.

Me? I’m the opposite—loud, extra social, and a total fuckboy who doesn’t give a damn.

No idea what she liked about me besides my looks, but whatever. I invited her over for dinner and wine in my shoebox apartment. Things went well, we hooked up, and turns out she’s wild in bed but dead silent. Then, in the middle of the night, she couldn’t take my snoring anymore and just dipped—called a cab and left.

Two weeks later, drunk off my ass at 1 AM on a Friday, I called her and invited myself over. She said yes. Like usual, we fucked once, then crashed from exhaustion. But at 4 AM, she woke me up and told me to sleep on the living room sofa. I was pissed—like, what the fuck is her problem?

I planned to sneak out in the morning, but I was too wasted to set an alarm. She woke me up around 9, then invited me back to bed. Forgot I was even mad and went like a loyal dog. We hooked up again, and I left.

As expected, she ghosted my messages afterward. Classic.

Lesson learned: From now on, I only bring them to my place and never force sleepovers.