I’m not interested in dating for the sake of not being alone, and I’m not interested in fucking just for the sake of feeling good. That’s what battery-powered boyfriends are for, and I keep mine in a drawer at home. In fact, I pulled it out as soon as I got home Sunday afternoon after leaving Carter with his jaw dangling. And yes, I thought of his stupid, hot face while I used it. I’m not ashamed. I’ll never tell anyone.
