fukin eBot (you)ing itself…
One trigger I have is the sound of a small prop-plane flying overhead.
Reminds me of all the days on the beach and them flying around - and I just had to read whatever they were towing.
Euphoria.
Yet now, after the feeling fades, I wonder - who is on that plane and why…
Once, I picked a chick dancing.
Went to her place.
Before the slightest amount of intimacies, she forced me to watch a one hour rerun of Star Trek.
Finally took off her shirt, just to reveal a massive flaming tattoo of flames above her boobies. After that, the weasel would not pop.
So I booked it out of there.