I miss my last fuck-buddy. There was drinking, and fun, then I usually left with some cool books or comics to read. He was also understanding when the covers of his Song of Ice and Fire books came back a little worse for wear. "I took them everywhere because I loved them so much. I'm super sorry they got loved too much bouncing around in my bag." He just smiled and shrugged and said it was fine, then would lend me the next. I wonder if he's in Berkley now?....











