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I’m writing to you from the comfort of my mom’s couch. Is it just me or is everything more comfortable at the parent’s house? The blankets are warmer, the food is better, the towels are softer. I love coming home — and unlike before, I’ve mastered the art of avoiding their constant guilt trip.
“You don’t want to have dinner with us?”
I’ve had some difficulty coming up with ideas to write about. Probably because my dating life is a little non-existent and my work life has basically taken over. But, being so wrapped up with everything unrelated to sex makes me realize…
that sometimes fantasizing is better than the real thing.
Unfortunately, in my life — fantasies don’t exist. Imagining the perfect man springing you out of the strip club you’ve had to resort to is just a stupid dream that only slutty Persian girls think about. Oh wait… just kidding.
The point is that every time I come home…