I go to an after work happy hour and I wear a panama hat because I'm insecure about my balding head. Some co-workers and consultants are there. After a few beers, a semi-babe approaches me and says "I like your hat - wanna dance?" We go to the dance floor and instead of club dancing, I take her hands, pull her to me and do a little Saturday Night Fever twirls. We bump, we twirl, we separate we writhe, we grope, we twirl some more and the song ends, she says "thanks" and I go back to el hombres, one of whom is open mouthed and asks "who WAS she?" I say "don't know - just met her" and he asks "did you just make those moves up?" I nodded and swilled my beer in a studly manner. Now I think that's funny but even as I read it back - where's the ha-ha moment? Maybe I should stick with high school tales like having to write an algebra problem on the board while trying to hide my boner.

So that's a little like bragging to strangers about a pass you once completed in street football when you were a lad. It ends up here by chance and you make it symbolic of today's challenges. Accurate or not, the hero gets the girl in the end and truth fits in the cracks making today significant. The pred & sleep fit entirely, still no hey-nonny-nonny but thanks again for this direction - - no sense wasting time looking for the hymen when you're this lucky
delusional
blase about no boners
confident about tomorrows. I'm just doing what I can and my partner's perfection=perfect erection, a little to the left.