i think i passed out last night with my girlfriend’s head between my legs. dirty martinis turned into orange/mango/vodka-hell and i don’t know how a 20 did nothing to us. her boyfriend would hate me if he knew about me for obvious reasons. baby, i’m bad news.
The Problem: as comfortable as it is to sleep next to her, I need to probably put some breaks on soon. Picnics on a back patio with a wine ironically named “Seven Sisters”, a homemade cheese plate and the best salad my hands have ever prepared- a girl could get used to this.