So the short-term ex comes back to my place last night. We're both plastered, as we have both tended to be whenever we've been around each other, ever since we met. Anyway, as tends to happen when plastered, we end up in bed. The same thing happened last Thursday night also.
She's knocked me off my own private 'sex god' podium. I can't do the right thing. It's so goddamn frustrating and I'm sure it's worse to be on the recieving end.
So again, I'm struggling through Friday with a massive hangover and the impression that I suck in bed.
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