Smart, tall, and handsome? Whoop, whoop! I'd hit the trifecta.
We agreed to watch the game together, but we could barely see the screen or hear over all of the chanting. I don't know about you, but when I'm getting to know someone, I like to be able to actually hear them speak.
He mentioned they were showing the game in the lobby of his building and some of his friends were already there. I thought it was a little weird to hang out with his friends after only knowing him for about 15 minutes, but I'm adaptable.
Everyone was starting to head out, so he asked if I was ready to go. I figured we'd head out for a drink or something, but then he stopped by the elevator. "Apartment . . . wait . . . friend . . . forgot . . . yes," he mumbled. I proceeded to follow "Kenny" upstairs to . . . wait for his friends, I assumed?
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It was a studio; the only place to sit was on his bed.
I hovered, à la Marty McFly, on the very corner of the bed.
And my choices were pomegranate juice, milk, or water.
His melodic go-to? Mumford and Sons, obviously.
It may have been a little awkward at first, but hey, he was good-looking. A little makeout session never hurt anyone — sorry, Mom.
As we were kissing, he slid his hand around my waist and started pulling me down onto the bed while simultaneously kicking his shoes off.
Maybe I was being naive, but I didn't think this was how the date was going to play out.
And he responded astonishingly, "You are?!" I ignored him and proceeded to
walk sprint toward the door.
And I thought, "This guy cannot be serious." Then I turned around . . .
Don't pretend to have feelings now, bro.
After waiting for the elevator, for what seemed like an eternity, I blew past the security guard and vowed never to step foot in that place again.