skinny dipping by yourself is way less fun than if you were with someone.
i need a girlfriend. badly.
fact: we need to meet. lol
the person you're with happens to be the sixty-year-old male stalker who lives in the woods and has been tracking your activities like he tracks the deer he brings home for supper and eats whole, including the antlers. Instead of putting deer heads on his wall, he displays the heads of trespassers. He hates them, or he did until he met you. Now, how can he resist the chance to join your skinny-dipping fun?
See? It could be worse.
wait, he hates deer or trespassers?
so for those of you falling in love
keep it kind, keep it good, keep it right
throw yourself in the midst of danger
and keep one eye open at night.
--"Elephants" Rachel Yamagata
Sorry, I had a Vague Pronoun in there.
(And for the record, most of my relatives are hunters, so I am in no way discriminating against deer hunters. I love disclaimers so much, don't you?)
they're pretty much my favorite thing ever. :D