Whiskey cures paralysis of the tongue, so I've discovered. I finally got the nerve to speak my truth; albeit a slightly inebriated version of the truth. But I made sure sex happened first. I'd be damned to let this "relationship" possibly fizzle without gettin' a little nookie beforehand.
I'm a sucker for suspense. Just not when it comes to my love life. Or at least my attempt at one. But just my luck, I've been dangling in suspenseful limbo for almost two months since meeting this dude on OkCupid. I have no idea how our profiles even crossed paths 'cause I was specifically clear with Cupid that he aim his arrows strictly within the five boroughs.
