in the flick of an eyelash

In the art of flirting, much like in other arts, the key to success is knowing when to stop.

yeah, yeah, that's ok, i understand...

Friends of the opposite sex ALWAYS change once they get a girlfriend. Even the really good friends, the ones you were sure wouldn't change. Especially those.

sleeping with ghosts

what is that annoying noise? oh, it's a baby! fuck it.

a vibe (or something)

He looked so deliciously cute, I just wanted to bite him or something. I kept wondering what would happen if I just walked up to him and squeezed his butt. Or just started kissing him on the neck, oblivious to what society would think. Would he like it? Would everyone be shocked? Would I get kicked out of class? Put in jail? Get deported? Or would he kiss me back?
I kept thinking of really dirty things I wanted to whisper in his ears. Maybe if I concentrated and thought really hard about all that pornographic stuff I was thinking about anyway, he would sense it somehow... maybe he'd get a vibe or something, coming from my direction, and finally notice me.

It didn't work, he kept ignoring me. But at least I had fun dreams that night.

Paper bag

I thought he was a man
But he was just a big boy..

word of mouth

We were talking, and she mentioned another conversation where her friend wondered whether guys would ever like doing this thing as much as she did. They figured guys have to get past a lot of things to like it, and most of them don't enjoy it.
And I asked: "they don't?"
And she said, well, they do, kind of, but not really. They just know it has to be done. But they wouldn't suggest it, you know?
I argued that I was sure some of them enjoyed and would suggest it and like it and truly want to do it.
She said no. Guys aren't like that.
And I said my ex really liked it, and always talked about it and practically insisted on it.
She looked at me in disbelief.

And that's when it hit me.

Oh, God, what have I done?