Dude, don’t scold me. It’s just an innocent conversation. It really took place, between friends and between moments of brilliance and flashes of frustrations...
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Someone: You know what I want in a girl?
Me: What?
Someone: I’ll tell you what I want.
Me: What is it that you want (all these unnecessary confirmations are there because we’re drunk and conversations get sluggish)?
Someone: This is how I measure a girl. If I could spend Sunday morning with her. You know, white sheets all fluffy and all. Well, I’d be doing my work on my computer in bed or whatever and she’s doing the crossword puzzle or reading a book or something.
Me: ...........
Someone: And in between, we’d just pause what we’re doing and make out.
Me: ...........
Someone: That’s how I measure girls. I think of whether or not I’d be able to be in bed with them, that Sunday morning.
Me: ............
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And you thought it was all about ass and tits.
-- Sonnyred
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