The Romance

Four AM Friday night found me purchasing strawberries and whipped cream at the corner store. While I stockpiled supplies to spend an exciting night emailing, watching  infomercials and text flirting a handsome man dashed in to purchased as single rose. For a moment I was jealous (I was buying whipped cream to eat fully clothed by myself) and then I realized the way to my heart doesn't involve red roses.  With a commercial bullshit holiday approaching I take comfort in the fact that the sex I do have involves group sex, hot girl on girl action and multiple orgasms with people who are romantic it much more original ways. However a less busy booty call who arrives with take-out, anime and a hot friend would rock my world. (I miss you Justine!)