Date night

On our way to see the “First Kiss” couple. The holidays have conspired to keep T and me chaste for too long, so, if nothing else, we will renew our memories of one another’s bodies. But this is in the category of a “Sure Thing.”

Except that I’m not Joel. And neither of the women I hope to fuck tonight is a babysitter.

[postscript:  I’m mortified.  I thought the allusion was to The Sure Thing, but in fact, it was to “Risky Business.”  Some Gen-X’er I am.]

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