how I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb

[plural]

so
I had a girl from Switzerland
come by the other night
looking at my spare room

i.e. a potential roommate

she sent me an email today
apparently she found a room which better meets her needs
but
would like to know

"if you would to go out sometime like on a date or something"

right there
that one email
sums up all of my relationships

they cant [or don't want to]
live/deal with me
but they still want to fuck me

of course
being a rampant demi-slut
[thanks petra for that designation]
I will take her up on her offer
how could I refuse
not only is she a hotty
but
she has not one but two motorcycles

I suppose I will just have to put
the larger questions out of my mind
and
do my sacred duty

for God and Country

I know
I know
if only you had my problems

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