I never liked the words “make love“.
I can’t even say it with a straight face.
Make love. ha.
My parents say it. And old people. And couples in movies…that are like, in love. All gooey and stuff.
Bleech. I wanna barf. “Make love”. I’m so embarrassed. Omg. Stooopppp.
I do not “mmmaaaakkkkke loooovveee“.
I mean… do you say, “let’s make love” to your guy? Jeez. How stupid. It’s like, so circa 1950. Like so dumb. Cheesy. Gooey. Velveeta. Like, who says “make love” to someone you are just dating? I don’t. Hey, “Hot Soccer Guy, wanna make love?” NO WAY. I am more of the hey, “let’s fuck” kinda girl. So much better, just rolls off the tongue. “Hi, there…Hot Soccer Guy, let’s fuck.” See, totally. Sounds so normal. So 2014. I mean everyone is saying it, right? Hmmm. I have never really thought about it until recently when I was in bed with Mr. Wrong, and he said it. He said, “Let’s make love”. YIKES. I was in shock. I looked at him, like a deer in headlights. Basically questioning his motives. I mean why on earth would a hot guy like him ruin our perfectly great moment by saying such a stupid thing? I wanted to slap his face, and scream….”Say you want to FUCK ME!”
Let’s make love? Wow. He said, he wants to make love. […]