The sexual revolution has hit the ground running.
2) Upon arriving home last night, I got a sketchy text message from FLOYD asking if I’d participate in a threesome. I’d consider him a friend, but not a close one. I only know her as his girlfriend. I see them a lot, and I can’t deny being taken with her, but the idea of sex with him is almost gross. We’ve been buddies too long to go down that road. I am considering a negotiation of sorts.
3) And this morning, MALCOM, a married friend I’ve crushed on for years called me and asked if I’d go to a concert with him this weekend. We don’t usually hang out one on one like that, and as my mind swirled around this, he blurted out, “We’re separated… I haven’t lost my mind. I know this is weird.”
Ask and you shall receive, apparently.
