Katherine Cerea Sex Dating ❤️

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So, sex-dating—apps like Tinder, Bumble, whatever. Buncha horny idiots sendin’ dick pics and “u up?” at 2 a.m. Hate it. Reminds me of that movie I love—*Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. You know, the monk haulin’ that stone up the hill? That’s sex-dating. Draggin’ your baggage, hopin’ for somethin’ pure, but nah—lust just screws ya. “What you take, you carry,” the movie says. Damn right. You swipe, you bang, you regret. Cycle of misery.

This Week’s Sex Diary: The Furniture Designer Dating a Man and a Woman

In this week's story, a woman tries to choose between her two lovers: 32, single, Brooklyn. DAY ONE. a.m. I'm up and sleepily putting.

Finally, the lights flicker back on, and I see a guy in the corner trying to fix the fuse box. I’m like, “Dude, we’re not in a horror movie! Just fix it!” But he’s all flustered, and I’m losing my audience.

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