Not Sober

When she first saw him, he seemed like a wild guy.
He changed cars every day and had bleached yellow hair. He was tall and good-looking, which led to many rumors about him.
Some said he had brief affairs, partied a lot, and was a womanizer. Others claimed he did even worse things, like using drugs and throwing wild parties.

Jenna once said to him,
“You should spend the night with me.”
He asked, “Why me?”
“Because you’re the most handsome guy I’ve known,” Jenna replied.
Jenna didn’t care about the rumors.
“I would like to have s*x with a handsome man.”

She used it as a way to break free from her tiredly imposed image of the “v*rg*nal eldest daughter.”

“Jenna, why are you nibbling on your phone? And who is that next to you?”

“I told you not to be unnecessarily friendly just because we f*cked once.”
“No, not to act like we’re f*cking friends. Who gave you that idea?”

She wonders if the person who said he hated dirty things the most knows.?

“Jenna, you are mistaken. I cannot do this to anyone.”
I was realizing that he was being unkind.

“Did my p*n*s taste wrong? Do you think all the other men’s p*n*s*s taste as good as mine?”

Uh, yeah. So who asked?