Jokes
Why is it that guys’ clothes end up in a nice neat pile, while the girl has to go on a fucking scavenger hunt around the apartment. Her bra is hanging from the ceiling fans, socks under the bed, underwear in between the cushions of a couch. The guy is already dressed and you are still wandering around butt naked looking for your shit.
Not only that, but don’t you hate the post make-out hair? They play with your hair, and everything is good, but then you dread the post-make out look-in-the-mirror. In your head you say to yourself “What the hell? How could they even look at me like this?” This is usually right after they have spent a long time staring at you telling you that you are beautiful. In the mirror you are like “are they on crack to think this is beautiful?” Hence one of the reasons I keep a hair holder on my wrist.
Not only that, but don’t you hate the post make-out hair? They play with your hair, and everything is good, but then you dread the post-make out look-in-the-mirror. In your head you say to yourself “What the hell? How could they even look at me like this?” This is usually right after they have spent a long time staring at you telling you that you are beautiful. In the mirror you are like “are they on crack to think this is beautiful?” Hence one of the reasons I keep a hair holder on my wrist.