We started the night with an analysis of a Fleetwood Mac concert. It was our way to break the ice, to do a little fighting without actually fighting. The sarcasm ran deep between us, but even more so when it came to music. He was always open to my tunes, but I could never swing his. In fact, if he hadn't been so good in bed, I would have questioned his sexuality based purely on his terrible taste in music.
I owed Jew Boy the Fleewood Mac concert, because he spent the entire rest of the night listening to one of my bands. The bar where we went was a topic of conversation because we were sitting in the exact same spot that we were just four months before, on our first date. He actually brought that up, saying that he didn't remember seeing a band the first night we met. I said, "What, were you that drunk?" He replied, "No, I was too busy starring at you all night to remember." I wanted to kiss him for that.
Once we were at his house, we danced, to Prince! We has sex that I started. Lights Out. All in all, the night was one of the best nights with Jew Boy that I remember. I was comfortable, totally comfortable, but still not giving as much as I should have.
I owed Jew Boy the Fleewood Mac concert, because he spent the entire rest of the night listening to one of my bands. The bar where we went was a topic of conversation because we were sitting in the exact same spot that we were just four months before, on our first date. He actually brought that up, saying that he didn't remember seeing a band the first night we met. I said, "What, were you that drunk?" He replied, "No, I was too busy starring at you all night to remember." I wanted to kiss him for that.
Once we were at his house, we danced, to Prince! We has sex that I started. Lights Out. All in all, the night was one of the best nights with Jew Boy that I remember. I was comfortable, totally comfortable, but still not giving as much as I should have.
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