We're having the communal meal and the new dishwasher is giving us the story of her life.
About how she likes older men and was engaged to be married but then came back from college in Vancouver to discover that her fiancee was cheating on her.
It's her first night.
The hostess, she's on plenty of fish looking for a man. She briefs us as to the dates, a wealthy farmer, she's given him his first blow job and he was thrilled beyond measure, there are others, no details so intimate that she won't disclose them without hesitation....
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And Dave, he's met some girl at the bar, she's was a little overweight and on the rag but she gave him 3 blow jobs in one night otherwise he would have "given it" to her something fierce (and here he goes searching for some hickey on his neck to show to us, prove to us that he's getting some).
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Facebook lover, he didn't work out and G's ex is drunk and has cornered the hostess, G's trying to ignore the lamentable details, they grate on him, his affairs aren't going so well either...
Maybe it's just my absence of social life, the fact that I have nothing comparable to share, and if I did I probably wouldn't, but sometimes I think there's just a little too much information.