I have to confess : when i saw you at the meeting you were sick, disheveled and cranky.
My boyfriend of two years cannot climax or maintain an erection unless his testicles are handled, squeezed, pulled, or pressed on.
 

Boy at the Roxy

You were wearing a black t-shirt. I was wearing a grey tank top and hair in a bun. I bumped into you at the Roxy. I turned to say sorry, you turned too. We paused. We locked eyes. You blew me a kiss and I smiled at turned away. Why did I leave? Was looking for you after but I was liquored and didn't remember your face. If by chance you remember me, lets get together
When: 
2013-01-25 00:00:00
Where: 
the roxy
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