Sailor Boy
Number: 8
Length: 3 months
If I had to describe this non-relationship in three (ish) words, I would say: uniform, boats, and short.
Number 8: Sailor Boy
Outkast’s Hey Ya played in the background as they stepped out of the coach. She wrapped her arms around him, Sailor Boy, to give him a hug, but they were promptly separated by a man in uniform with a booming voice. “No fraternisation here!”
Fucking In a Boat
So, I took myself to the shower, then let my fingers finally give me the silent orgasm I urgently needed, all while remembering us fucking in a boat. See: we both got our happy ending… in the end.
A Breakup/A Make Up
The moment it was all over between Sailor Boy and I, was when he was lying in my bed, during a weekend off, properly hungover, and groaning like he was dying. It was a complete bolt out of the blue. Suddenly, I just wasn’t attracted to him. It was time for a breakup… again.