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The M2. Goes right down Fifth.
Look up. Good, good.
the guy we met in the street, and I couldn't remember his name...
What a relief! I had just escaped the "sex on the first date" curse.
Of all the restaurants in Manhattan, why did you take Libby to Fung Wa?
- Good seeing you. Bye. - Bye-bye. Cheers.
What are you afraid of? What are other people going to think?
Here you come.
Sweetie, forget about him. You are going to be on the side of a bus.
Fine. It just proves that I'm not ashamed of anyone I've slept with.
This one is really special.
Forget the math. Just don't fuck on a first date, you're fine.
- I can go home. It's no big deal. - No. Stay. It's 6:00 A.M.
Let's just say it. It's the naked dress. You're obviously gonna have sex tonight.
Magical.
- Cheers. - I didn't want to admit she was right.
- I'm only kidding. - But obviously this is what he's into.
That was really...
You know? The traditional American kind. Dinner and a movie.
I thought it was pretty fuckin' great, but what do I know?
Mike told me everything that afternoon while I helped him pick out sheets...
All I know is that she's not the right woman for me in the larger sense...
Maybe it's just his fantasy life.
Anyway, he wasn't a rabbi.
He turned out to be in high school.
- What do you mean, he couldn't make it? - I don't know. It was a work thing.