I won’t go into the gory details. You just need to know I went out with unshaven legs so of course I met a cute guy who wanted to come back to my place.
The hot dress I was wearing (with tights to hide the leg
stubble) and the many Miller Lites I drank may have also contributed to the
inevitably of the situation I found myself in.
Oh, and, mom, if you are still reading this: Stop. Don’t torture yourself. I don’t redeem myself.
