The Good Old Days
Last night we had dinner at a colleague's house with several other friends from work. A lot of wine was consumed. My old roommate and her fiance were there, and as we got up to leave, he turned to me with a nostalgic smile and said, "Remember the time we spent an hour..."
"Talking about masturbation at the pub crawl?" I interjected, fondy.
"No, when we--"
"Walked home from the train station without your shirts on
." My old roommate contributed, rolling her eyes.
," he insisted. "The time we went vibrator shopping online for her!" He triumphantly concluded, pointing at his fiancee.
"Ah yes," I nodded sagely. "I remember."