Last night, as I was eating dinner at
Rice with my friend Marc, I overheard the woman at the table next to me ask her date (who I thought was her son up until this point):
"So are we going to have sex tonight?"
"We could. Sure. I would like that."
"Where should we do it, your apartment or my house?"
"You live near my mother, I don't want to go to your house."
"Yes, but a good bed is very important to me. Do you have a good bed? What kind is it?"
"It is not that great, but it gets the job done."
"If it is the same one you had last year in college, I will be feeling it for a week."
"You will be feeling something for a week, but it won't be because of the mattress."
"Let's go."
Last night, as I was eating dinner at Rice with my friend Marc, I overheard the woman at the table next to me ask her date (who I thought was her son up until this point):