We had a date last night that you thought went well, as I came home with you in the end and we had sex at your apartment. When I got up I thought that you had left for work, but you were just in the other room. I call my friend and tell her that our date was terrible! So bad. The only reason I came back to your place was because I needed to get laid and I thought you might know what you are doing. But no, you were a terrible kisser and an even worse lay. I laugh as I talk about your premature ejaculation and your small, weird little dick. You have to listen to every single word of it.