Calvin and his fancy-man went on a third-date tonight. They went to a gay bar and bumped into a man they'd both slept with. The gays really do have their own sub-society within ours, it's fascinating. I mean, even if a guy and a girl were on a date and they'd both slept with someone they bumped into, the chances of it being brought into the conversation are even more minimal than that scenario occuring in the first place.
Calvin got a text from the fancy-man whilst in my room and sort of melted a bit whilst "awwww"ing at it. It read "I can't sleep because I'm thinking of you x". Jesus.
I sent Calvin a text because I knew he'd think it was yet another of the many texts from his fancy man and get all excited about it. It read "I can't sleep because I'm thinking of you and I can't cum x". I stood outside his room and heard his phone-alert followed by a rummage. Then he opened the door and gave me a stare of death.
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