mp was telling her that she only wanted the couch makeout these days. that feeling of heat and softness that can still be obtained carelessly because there is a layer of jeans between fun and committment. why can't everyone enjoy the freedom of a casual snog on the couch? relish the tangle of legs, the wine taste still on her tongue, the pressing weight of someone spawled across your body.
mp isn't against the press... just the oppressiveness.
when spooning need not lead to forking, why is this an insult? i don't get it, and mp has left more than one couch bewildered and amused. women are a tricky sort, but they are as pushy as men if they feel they are not being pursued hard enough. The thing is, a gentle tangle is the strongest form of pursuit in mp-style. movement that doesn't leave an mp-shaped hole in the nearest wall is progress. life has a soundtrack; if we try to dance too fast, we look ridiculous.
tits said mp sounds like the yimmy; he wonders why they don't makeout in the car, on the couch. she told him these things only happen in the beginning; ike turner had been the same way. maybe that's why mp always untangles herself, before it gets too complicated, and makes her way home. the press is just too damn good.
but how much press can we take before we are dry?
