One thing that my friend who sleeps around says all the time is ''I didn't mean to go home with him but it just happened.'' OH, and ''I've been hurt before, so I'm trying to take it easy for a while''. Except her version of taking it easy is trying not to drink until a random guy offers to buy her one.
I mean, Jesus Christ, girl, you better go take a self-awareness test because this shyt's been ''just happening'' every week since you were 14. So you've been mysteriously abducted by dozens of random men so much that waking up in a strange place with a penis inside you is a normal occurrence when you're distracted? Were you sleepwalking or you just can't smell the chloroform in a rag no more?