Being a Stupid Slut

The Homeless Adjunct

When I was a teenager, many years ago, my boyfriend’s roommate had a girl he used to call regularly for sex. He would wake up in the morning, and without even leaving his bed, he would call her if he felt a bit horny. She would come over, walk up to his room, they would have sex; and, then, he would manufacture a reason that he had to go somewhere, and she would leave alone.

One day, I overheard him in conversation with a bunch of his male friends, recounting a conversation he had had with her.

“She asked, ‘How come we only date in the daytime?’,” he said.

There was an explosion of laughter in the room.

“Date in the daytime! That’s classic!” said one of his friends.

“She’s your ‘day-time date’!” laughed another.

“Daytime Date” became the name they all called her ever after.

“Somebody should just tell…

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