I waited outside the restaurant a bit anxiously and she finally showed up. We talked quite a bit, and things went pretty well. We both kept the convo going and it felt like we had known each other for a long time. At one point she was reaching across the table for something and we touched, her finger brushing against my hand gently. She blushed And then we finished dinner and she suggested we walk a bit since it was a nice evening. We walked around the West Village, and our hands touched again, our fingers interlocking briefly. I looked at her and she just closed her fingers around mine and we held hands, just walking now both of us taking in the moment. We ended up by the Hudson Pier and watched as the sunset. In that moment the sun setting, the last bit of rays fading off her face, I knew the moment was right. I leaned in, she closed her eyes, my lips moving towards her … and that’s when CM slapped me and said, “Kya kar raha hai you wan*er”
Yes, I met CM. We got some grub, and then went for sheesha. We talked for like three hours, mostly comparing notes on guppans It was a lot of fun.
Will you let him use the butt pillow if he sleeps over?
Umm Keyboard Stoker, can I have a quick word with you?
Okay uh, We really appreciate you trying to sound witty and all, and trust me we do. It's just that...umm...How do I put this? You are not funny at all. In fact that would be a major understatement. This whole butt pillow shebang and your MIL fetishes have to be the lamest thing ever, and when I say lame I mean Adam-Sandler-would-pale-in-comparison lame.
But I know we shouldn't judge you. We here in life1 take great pride in helping troubled souls like you out. Were you ever touched inappropriately as a child? We are all here to help. The scenarios you keep coming with can only be the product of an iwasviolatedasakid mind. Just letting you know that we are here to help, whenever you decide to come clean.