Last night I had multiple encounters with a thick, 6’5” deep-voiced bearded man wearing a flannel shirt, work jeans, and square-toed cowboy boots.

We were working together for about half an hour to install some equipment at work, and I’m proud to say that even after that test of being merely a few inches away from each other, grunting as it was heavier and more complex than we anticipated, and us impressing each other with our MacGyver-like know-how, I was still able to walk out the door retaining my virginity. Honestly, I didn’t know I had that level of strength.


And shush about the virginity remark. It’s been so long since I’ve had any sexy time with a man that I’m 99% sure my virginity has grown back, so it’s an accurate assessment in my eyes. 😒