Since
the first BG put his full name in my phone, I decide to google him. He
turns out to be a pro BMX dude with tons of pics/videos online. That
made for a fun hour of stalking at work, and even though he was intense,
I became rather intrigued by his “celebrity.”
I
casually texted with him the next week, keeping it super
vague because I was slightly intimidated by the idea of a meetup. By the
time Saturday comes + 3 beers, it finally sounds like a good idea. I
meet up with him at a bar (with like 20 friends randomly), and he ends
up actually being pretty cool. We all go to a new bar, and the friend he
came with really wants to leave, so he asks if he can message me later.
My typical awk response was “um, maybe but I have a bunch of people
staying with me.”
Fast-Forward
like twenty minutes of me thinking I don’t care that he left and I
suddenly care. I text him to come back and he does. We walk to 7-Eleven,
and then back to my house. I didn’t intend on bringing him home, but I
obviously didn’t feel too strongly about it.
When
we get to my house, my roommate and his cousin show up at about the
same time. We all start watching TV and after a bit, the two of us are
in my room.
I won’t go into details but here are some highlights:
- Me: “I don’t know if I want to be THIS naked”
- Him: “Can we turn on the lights?” Me: “Nope.”
Yikes. Needless to say, I haven't heard from him since besides a text or two.
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