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good enough in bed?

Was I good enough?

This 28 year old guy, not living in the city, agreed to come to my house on a Saturday night. He worked in the construction industry. He brought a plastic bag from a big supermarket chain, but refused to share what was in it.

It was just a normal date. Drinking wine, chatting, ending up in bed. And the next morning I found out what was in that plastic bag: his jogging trousers and a toothbrush. As his shoes were nice brown leather shoes, the jogging trousers combined looked awful, so he decided to wear his other pants before he left my house.

A few days later, he send me a text: ‘Was I good enough?’ And I told him:

‘Well if you would have given me more attention and more pleasure, I could call it ‘retroactively good sex.’

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