I met a guy on Tinder for a one night stand, and he had nothing in his apartment besides a mattress on the floor, two giant white folding tables with a fuckton of music equipment, and a pair of bloodied jeans stapled to his wall.
It wasn’t until after we hooked up that he asked if I wondered why they were up on the wall, and he told me it’s cause he stabbed himself in the leg to see what it would feel like.
We had sex like four times.
-G.M.
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