Guilt sex.
“Don’t you like me?”
“Of course I like you!”
“Then why can’t I come home with you?”
“We’ve only known each other for a week.”
“But I like you.”
“I like you too.”
*long pause*
“Do you really?”
*long pause*
“Well, you can come in, but only for a couple of minutes.”
—
The next morning…
Internal dialogue: Shit!
