dating site girl here. i use to hook up with this handsome blue-eyed military man, we fuked at his place mostly, i would drive to the next town, also fucked at parks, anywhere he felt the urge and was passing by really. he was not my type. incredibly clean, hospital-cornered sheets, too square, and much too feminine for my taste. if he hadn’t have had eight years in the military, i probably would have passed. it was my curiosity and all. one morning at his place, i’m waking up incredibly early for my drive back, heading back to my job in my own town, and outside his place are these trees covered in these black, long-beaked gackle birds. they had no doubt heard our morning fuk as noisy as we were, with the yelling and panting and name hollering—windows wide open. so anyway, these birds, they laugh with this taunting cackle like hoards of little humans laughing hysterically at you, like full grown men bent over busting their gut laughing. i chalk it up to satan snickering in my ear, have a laugh, and take off. fuk you birds, let a girl get some.
