You know that thing where you’re walking down the street and men can tell you’ve just had sex? They must have some kind of fornication radar.
If I leave a friend’s apartment in the city, after we’ve had some #sexytimes, and walk a little ways before catching a cab, men will follow me down the street. Not in a scary way. In a “Hey baby, I don’t know you but would you like to come back to my apartment even though your head might end up in my freezer?” kind of way.
Okay, that’s pretty scary.
Guys are very forward in New York. It’s an urban thing, I think. You don’t get ogled as openly in the suburbs as you do when you stroll through Lincoln Center after two hours of hardcore car sex.
Not that I have done that.
Car sex is the suburbs dirty little secret. All those minivan-driving…
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