After all the pornstars and glamour models will he even still remember me?

A one-night stand showing up at your weekend away? It must be karma.

Who is the man in my bed? Did we do the do? And how much did I drink last night because my head feels like it might be the birthplace of volcanoes?

Excuse me while I curl up and die of embarrassment.

All I want this Christmas is alone time with you.

Doesn’t everyone deserve to know they’re loved?