… aren’t the things you take away from books weird sometimes?
I interrupted my hibernation on the weekend to brave the masses and go and buy some groceries.
As I drove past a house with a whole heap of washcloths on the line I immediately thought “gee, those guys have been going at it”.
What. The. Hell. Apparently I now associate washcloths with gay guys.
Because it couldn’t possibly be me, I’m blaming all the m/m authors in the whole wide world for constantly writing about stashes of washcloths kept in bedside drawers for the ever romantic post-coital clean ups.
I’m also intrigued as to whether this is really the case and am calling upon the guys and gals out there to tell me (a) if the washcloth thing is true and (b) does a line full of ’em provide an indication of the amount of sex someone is having?
What?! I am so NOT weird!