I dated a nun a "few years back." Technically she was no longer a nun, but she still believed very deeply. I met her in a bar in San Diego and we got to chatting. When she got to the Big Reveal I laughed and asked her why she'd left the order.
"I couldn't handle the chastity thing."
Things went well that night for both of us.
"I couldn't handle the chastity thing."
Things went well that night for both of us.
