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So, my inner monologue is going something like this:
"Sex. Dima. What? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!"
And to think, I wonder why I don't sleep well at night. I can admit that I'm afraid of sex. Really, I can. At least to myself. I don't know why he has the effect on me that he does. It's insane. I don't just... kiss people like that. And why am I thinking about that one song from The Music Man? You know, the one that goes, "Well, a woman who'll kiss on the very first date is usually a hussy/And a woman who'll kiss on the second time out is anything but fussy/But a woman who'll wait till the third time around/Head in the clouds, feet on the ground/She's the girl he's glad he's found"
So does that make me a hussy? Ugh, I don't want to be a hussy. I'm not a girl any way, so I guess it doesn't matter. It's a stupid song, anyway. I much prefer "Trouble" or one of the Barbershop Quartet numbers. Especially "Sincere." That's a really good one. "Your apprehensions confuse me, dear/Puzzle and mystify..." Except that I'm the one feeling apprehensive, and yet also puzzled and mystified. And horny. That's not fair. I hate that word, it's so crude. How am I going to sleep now?
"Sex. Dima. What? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!"
And to think, I wonder why I don't sleep well at night. I can admit that I'm afraid of sex. Really, I can. At least to myself. I don't know why he has the effect on me that he does. It's insane. I don't just... kiss people like that. And why am I thinking about that one song from The Music Man? You know, the one that goes, "Well, a woman who'll kiss on the very first date is usually a hussy/And a woman who'll kiss on the second time out is anything but fussy/But a woman who'll wait till the third time around/Head in the clouds, feet on the ground/She's the girl he's glad he's found"
So does that make me a hussy? Ugh, I don't want to be a hussy. I'm not a girl any way, so I guess it doesn't matter. It's a stupid song, anyway. I much prefer "Trouble" or one of the Barbershop Quartet numbers. Especially "Sincere." That's a really good one. "Your apprehensions confuse me, dear/Puzzle and mystify..." Except that I'm the one feeling apprehensive, and yet also puzzled and mystified. And horny. That's not fair. I hate that word, it's so crude. How am I going to sleep now?