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Oh, God, I miss sex. Right, I mean, sometimes you just need it. It's like cracking your neck. Why does it always got to come with complications? And emotions. And guilt. Well, guilt. It's women's fault. What? You heard me? Hold me. Let's spend the rest of our lives together. Oh, please, you are no better. Oh, yeah, baby, come on now, say my name. Yeah, eat. Oh, I'm done. Who was it? Who have you been with? Why can't it not be like that? It's a physical act. Like playing tennis. Two people should be able to have sex like they're playing tennis. Yeah, I mean, no one wants to go away for the weekend after they play tennis. It's just a game. You shake hands, get on with your shit. Yeah. Yeah. Mm. You want more beer? Mm-hmm. Okay. Ugh. Ugh. Jamie. Yes? Let's play tennis. What? Let's have sex like we're playing tennis. Get the hell out of here. Don't laugh. This could be great. This could take all the weirdness out of me. We talked about this. I don't like you like that. I don't like you like that either. That's why it's perfect. I don't even know if I find you attractive. That's cute. I do have a thing for jerks Do you even find me attractive That cute No no no Oh before you got to know my awesome personality Strictly physical First time you saw me There's just two people talking? Yeah. Two girls over drinks at Bennigan's. Go. I liked your eyes. I didn't think I'd ever seen such big, beautiful eyes. Your lips. Yeah. Thought you might be a good kisser. I am. Your breasts. What about them? They intrigued me. Really? Yeah. Oh, I think they're so tiny. Still breasts. Thanks. I liked your hands. Mouth. Butt. Voice. Chest. Eyes. You said that. I meant it. You swear you don't want anything more from me other than sex? You swear you don't want anything more from me? Know how you girls get tick-tock, tick-tock? Stop it. What are you doing? I'm pulling up my Bible app. You have a Bible app? Yes, I am a good girl. And an iPad. Okay. Wait, no. Why can't they figure this out? No, this thing thinks I'm you and you're me. Keep your hands still. I'll move the iPad. It's actually making me dizzy. Hold on. There we go. Huh. No relationship. No emotions. Just sex. Whatever happens. we stay friends swear swear swear