Um so this is the story of the last guy i had sex with and the whole thing is just shameful.
Pretty much my friend and i got drunk one night off sangria and made out in his car. This was like thanksgiving 09. Then we went on a date and got wasted fooled around. Then christmas we hung out and i told him i was moving to hawaii, gave him homemade cookies, head whatever. And that was it. I moved back for my last semester. I came home that summer. Kinda missed the guy cause he moved away too. My birthday rolls around he flies out to give me a tattoo and we end up getting faded and have sex in his friends basement in a bay window that faces the street. Gives me a tattoo the next day. I spend the night and hes like oh come visit me. So the next month i do. We get 32s and skate go eat sushi and smoke. We have sex and then he went to work and i flew home. He came to visit a while back. We chilled. Watched futurama, smoked and drew. He came out with his friend so yeah. Thats it. Now were still in different cities and dont really talk as much. Im seeing someone and you know stuff happens