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mrlunatic
Traumatized beyond repair | Misfit for love
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OK, let me explain. Women love to chat. And we especially love to chat after we’ve finally slept with the guy we’ve been crushing on. Or to be fair, the guy we just happened to hook up with recently out of the blue.
So, when we women get together we like to know ALL the details. Yes, we are a detail-orientated species. It’s one of our best features.
Mine was that I had been out with a different group of friends the night, including a guy I regularly hook up with. He and I had quietly ghosted the group to go play naked gymnastics at my place and I don’t mean to brag, but it was even better then Cirque De Soleil. So of course, the girls got a full run down the next morning.
Another friend had snuck back to her ex’s house after a cocktail-fuelled “Are you up” text, and after the stern words we gave her about what a d-bag he is, we then settled in for a blow-by-blow account of their saucy reunion.
>And the fourth friend turned up late and apologised by explaining that she had “just had the best sex of my life!” For the next 20 minutes we heard a blow-by-blow account of their hook-up the previous night. Spoiler alert: she had met her ‘situationship’ for a drink and it turned into the most mind-blowing night of debauchery.
As it was her first night in the sack with him, we were shamelessly throwing questions at her that went like this:
“Was it big?”
“Did he know how to use it?”
“What was his bedroom manner like after the deed?”
Yes, that’s what we women do. We dig until we have all the answers. And trust me, they never disappoint.
Women are so ridiculously vile and disgusting that sometimes I thank myself for being an incel
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