I wrote this a while ago about a night I had with my partner that always gives me the best flashbacks. Isolation has made me a lil horny so decided to share. Written more “story” style.
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“I know, but a tenth of the kitchen took almost 4 days to finally pry up – and that was with help!”
My friend was on his third drink and fifth rant about his house renos. I swear he only invites me out so that he can have someone to complain to. This routine is so typical. I nod, ask questions and act surprised at all the right times. Most times we hang out I try to take a genuine interest in what he’s talking about, but the thought of seeing *him* in an hour was making it difficult to think about anything else.
“Anyways, do you want to head off for pizza or grab a drink somewhere else?” My friend asked as he started to put his jacket on.
“Sorry not this time, I have to get home. Early morning and everything.” I tried not to look too excited about getting home. But I couldn’t help it knowing what I’d be going home to.