I shared an apartment with a friend in my early 20s and often we would bring a girl home. It was always awkward the next morning. Neither of us drove as we lived in the city so we’d often say our “that was fun hope you have a good day” spiel and send them on their way. Walking home in their clothes from the night before, hair messy, smeared makeup. That’s what I’ve always understood to be a “walk of shame”. Not that a woman should feel shame for getting some dick.
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