I’ve gotten a blow job at AWP and made-out with a few women. It’s not that difficult, mainly because one’s competition is a bunch of 140 lb. hipster dweebs in horn-rimmed glasses.
it was a personal credo for her, i think, a woman of few words, and the epitome of discretion
oh, sure, we’d talk about ‘it’ , during the (very occasional!) ‘dry spell’ . . . ha ha & we both steered clear of those other personality types, (so . . . you’re correct!)
just had a conversation about making foie gras at a table in a fancy fucking french restaurant that was way hotter than anything that has happened in this chat room
A dude sitting next to me at the Amy Hempel reading asked for my number. We had chatted briefly earlier that day when I met him at the Book Fair. We traded numbers and ended up getting together twice, but he lives in Philly, and I live outside of NYC. We don’t talk anymore, but I still consider this to be an AWP success!
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This is my year, bitchez.
*fingercrossed
Many more times than have read at AWP.
I <3 Broder
I once got laid in the ladies room at the KFC
does that rhyme?
fingers… hello
I had a roommate once who’d say “Either you talk about it or you do it.”
I’ve gotten a blow job at AWP and made-out with a few women. It’s not that difficult, mainly because one’s competition is a bunch of 140 lb. hipster dweebs in horn-rimmed glasses.
So you, like, wear your leather pants and a gold medallion?
Your roommate had never known an honest braggart or compulsive self-analyst? Enviable.
then I got paid and pow pow boom in soupy ABC
should’ve married that girl…
Unless your neck is as far around as your skull, a super lightweight will knock you out.
eh not that you would have been an introduction to either personality type ha ha ha
everyone knows hipster can’t fight well.
Laid out, maybe.
might’ve been a cool honeymoon
no one has actually ever gotten laid anywhere
My first trip to DC did indeed yield various sexual encounters.
Er to AWP, which was in DC
for some reason, having sex at awp only seems impressive to me if the coitus results in twins.
it was a personal credo for her, i think, a woman of few words, and the epitome of discretion
oh, sure, we’d talk about ‘it’ , during the (very occasional!) ‘dry spell’ . . . ha ha & we both steered clear of those other personality types, (so . . . you’re correct!)
twins who grow up to be accountants
or actors who follow a similar trajectory to mariel and margaux hemingway (even though they’re not twins).
cool as ranch dressing
BECAUSE IF YOU DID YOU BETTER GET YOURSELF TO THE VD CLINIC ASAP~!!!
no one gets laid by no one all the time.
never been to awp though.
just had a conversation about making foie gras at a table in a fancy fucking french restaurant that was way hotter than anything that has happened in this chat room
no.
i got molested. does that count?
is the hermanator a nice guy
Catullus, yo.
If my fine chocolate self ever made it to AWP, I bet I would, off principle. So echoing Erica A, *fingerscrossed*
lol… called Eric A, Erica A. Sorry dude!
there has to be someone
not yet but dj and i are sharing a hotel room this year so can i get a hell yeah
Does anyone want to set an AWP casual encounter through this site? Is this getting weird yet?
This sounds like a cry for help, Broder.
It’s definitely not.
totes dude, all we do is play golf & talk about sexually harassing womyn, then we deny ever having played golf
blake butler
frottage
A dude sitting next to me at the Amy Hempel reading asked for my number. We had chatted briefly earlier that day when I met him at the Book Fair. We traded numbers and ended up getting together twice, but he lives in Philly, and I live outside of NYC. We don’t talk anymore, but I still consider this to be an AWP success!
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