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They say there is a time for everything. A time to be happy. A time to love. A time to talk and a time to fuck. Last night was the fucking time again. I know. I was back to my slutty phase. Last weekend, I had bumped into an old fuck buddy who had recently moved into the neighbourhood.
I had not seen him in almost two years. He was looking good…maybe he had been working out? I kept wondering why it was that I had stopped shagging him. Then he opened his mouth. I realised why. He was a Jack (as in Will & Grace). The problem with this guy is he was butch and manly on the outside but camp and feminie on the inside. His voice was that of a screaming drag queen.
I have four rules with fuck buddies: never exchange last names, bring your own condoms, never call them (only text message them) and keep chatter to a minimum. This guy was breaking my fourth rule. We knew it was just sex, so why not get down and do the nasty instead of doing the akward small talk.