The Sweaty GuyOne college summer, I lived on campus while taking summer session. It was the perfect scenario:
10:30pm: Try to catch up to my roommate, who lined up the number of shots she'd already taken while she waited for me to get home.
Rinse and repeat.
I was lounging by the pool when a friend introduced me to a six pack. Okay, I'm pretty sure there was a face and body attached to the six pack, but I swear I only saw abs. He was hot. A transfer to our school to join a sports team. I flirted my way into him getting my number, and then I flirted my way into a summer fling. He was interesting, smart, and very worldly...but there was just one thing: he was REALLY sweaty. I'm not one to judge, since I have a very efficient cooling system myself, but The Sweaty Guy wore a wristband to soak up his mess. At first I didn't mind it because sometimes he'd lift his shirt up to wipe sweat from his brow and I'd get a peek at those abs.
My roommate always knew when The Sweaty Guy was spending the night; I'd turn the air conditioning down to 68 degrees. One night I reached the breaking point. He was on top of me and the sweat fell onto my face. Ew.
"Hey baby...let's move to the shower. What do you think?"
No guy turns down shower sex. This is a fact.
He never knew my true intentions. [Insert evil laugh] Sorry Sweaty Guy!