Dallas Bragg confronts a listener about repeatedly returning to a sexual partner named Tina despite a destructive cycle: Grindr scrolling, risky motel hookups, anxiety-filled sex parties, week-long depression, and apologies to friends and family. Why keep going back?
Tell me again why you keep going back to Tina. Is it the endless Grindr scrolling because no one seems interested in actually having sex? Is it the shitty motel room experience where the police could bust in at any moment? Is it being excited for a hot sex party only to find out that once you begin, half the guys are startled at every noise and duct taping the smoke alarm because there's probably a camera in it? Is it the week-long depressive despair that follows? The apology texts to friends and family? The excuses made to coworkers? The way your life has stood still for years as you desperately seek to repeat that one or two times it was actually fun? Or maybe it's your chafed dick? Tell me one more time, why do you keep going back to Tina again?
