ManWeight

SleepyWeight

In a suburb outside of Washington, DC, there lived a girl named Pam. Pam loved to party and was quite a regular at one of the local bars. There was one night a week that was particularly loved: Thursday night, two-for-one drink specials. As she didn’t miss a Thursday, she got very familiar with the other patrons and devotees to the Thursday night debauchery. Pam got so familiar that one Thursday she invited a fellow drink-special enthusiast back to her place. The only problem was that she had a single bed. In order to avoid the awkward, inevitable contortions she would have to suffer through if she shared her single bed with the man soon to be known as SleepyWeight, she promptly blew up an air mattress. Exhausted from all that glass lifting, both SleepyWeight and Pam were, well, sleepy. With one arm around her waist, they fell asleep without so much as a kiss. Pam was completely content with just getting a little manweight. A couple nights later, SleepyWeight called Pam and said he was in the neighborhood and he came over. Pam blew up the mattress and they went to sleep the same way as before. It was nice, but come on, a little weird that there was no other action besides the manweight spooning sessions. This happened another 3 times before Pam began to pay attention to what, or shall I say who, SleepyWeight was on the phone with. Turns out SleepyWeight’s baby’s mother (who he “wasn’t with anymore”) “never left [him] the fuck alone.” Pam’s house was an escape. No hard feelings though. After all, Pam was using him for manweight and he was using her for her air mattress!