When I was in school, college game night was timed keg stands, beer pong, and strip poker. Not, I repeat, NOT Pictionary, Chess, Scrabble, and… “What the hell is Cards Against Humanity?” Every head at the table turns my way and I’ve never felt old until this very second. I’m twenty fucking five. I only graduated three years ago. But they all look at me like I’m their clueless dad trying to fit in at the party. “It’s a card game,” Em explains, picking up the Scrabble box and taking my arm, guiding me toward the living room. “Like an inappropriate version of Apples to Apples. We’ll work up to that when there’s less people.” “There’s only like,” I pause, peering back into the dining room, taking a head count, “eight here. Are more coming?” She lowers herself to the floor, sitting cross-legged. She gestures for me to sit across from her on the couch, the coffee table between us.
What do You think about Love Sex & Other Games (Part 1)?
