Sure, sex is great, but have you ever clocked out of a waitress shift on a night when everything went right instead of wrong and at the exact moment you’re pulling out of the parking spot you performed laborious geometry to fit into someone yells “I love your truck!” and you drive home with the windows down blasting Tori Amos and you find that you don’t care, not even a little, if you’re hitting the notes because it’s a warm, wet night in deep spring and every frog in the world si...
