Today, I swapped shifts with a coworker, arranged childcare, and cleaned my house so I could have the perfect Netflix date night. He then bailed with a complicated story that made no sense. Looks like another weekend of just me and pizza. FML
Wait? You’ve traded getting a half a pizza (or less if he’s a pig) and maybe some mediocre, unenthusiastic sex with getting a whole pizza for yourself?
I’d say you’re “The Winner!”
That actually sounds like a really nice evening tbh.
Wait? You’ve traded getting a half a pizza (or less if he’s a pig) and maybe some mediocre, unenthusiastic sex with getting a whole pizza for yourself? I’d say you’re “The Winner!”