The thing was, everything about this guy was normal. He had a nice house, we sort of knew the same people in his work field, he wasn't married. He just seemed like a decent person who was totally unashamed of his stuffed animal collection. The more I thought about it, the more I admired it because I knew he had to catch sh*t from his friends, so I started to find it attractive. I hate to say it, but I started thinking about a relationship.
So, I come back inside and we ended up having pretty decent sex for being sort of drunk and having a one-night-stand. We finished up and I put my head on his shoulder and asked him what he thought about it.
"Go ahead and take a prize off the bottom shelf." He says.
Worst. One night stand. Ever.
19/19. She told me I could sleep in as she left for work early, just to lock the door on my way out.
Her estranged husband decided to pop over, notices me in the bed, naked, gets pissed off, rants about how she's a terrible person, and oh by the way did she mention she was married and has a kid?
I start getting dressed, as I'm putting my shoes on husband picks up TV/VCR combo and is about to leave. I say, "don't steal her TV, she's going to think I did it." He did not seem to care.
The son of a bitch stayed for 2 days after and then actually called me back and kept being there for 3 years.
Asked me to marry him a few months ago, the dick.
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