<human>: So, last weekend I brought a lovely fellow home for sexytimes who was passing through town with his band. We got on really well at the pub, but by the time we got back to my place, I was really tired so the epilepsy related voices in my head were stirring. We got up to bed, but I had to call things off because one of said voices was enjoying herself a little **too** much, which freaked me out immensely. He was really nice about it, and we went to sleep, but I found myself crying in the dark because a) I'd scared the shit out of myself and b) I felt like I'd disappointed him. He left early the next morning to head to the next gig, but I didn't get his number or anything. I didn't get the chance to explain, and the only way I have to contact him is via his band's Facebook (which I'm not entirely keen on, for obvious reasons).

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<bot>: I brought home a really sweet guy that I'd like to see again, but I ended up feeling like the embodiment of "Don't put your dick in crazy".