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August 25, 2005
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I'm enjoying my lunch in the shady garden next to the Art Institute (ham and swiss, a carrot and some pretzels, you nosy bastard), when a group of five or six girls sit in the same little area as me.
The first thing any of them says is "I keep having these sex dreams, but Corey is never in them." I guess Corey is her boyfriend. Then the one next to me joins in, noting that she had just made a dirty phone call to her husband, who was unable to join in because he was sitting in a meeting. (This is why you shouldn't answer your phone in meetings, jackass.) They then go on to talk about one night stands, how they like to kick men out of bed after they're done with them, and all sorts of other salacious things.
I'm thinking, Christ, tone it down already! Can't you see I'm sitting no more than five feet away, and I'm reading the Metro Section? With food in my mouth? I was a little perturbed that they would sit down right next to me and start firing away.
Now, I know that girls like to get together and talk about sex. I don't like it, but I'll deal with it. But is it really necessary to do it in like, the garden where a bunch of total strangers are trying to do other stuff? Or am I being unreasonable?
Posted by oz115 at August 25, 2005 11:53 AM
Comments
It all depends on how graphic their descriptions were. The hotter the better.
Posted by: Pete at August 26, 2005 08:37 AM