We had such a great time (the parts I remember were mortifying) I just wore a black top and jeans (‘just’ a black top was backless went as low as my belly button, I didn’t wear a bra and my nipples could’ve cut glass) we had loads in common (both mammals) and talked for hours (I talked for hours).
We went to a restaurant and had some delicious food (I spat out a raspberry I thought was a strawberry) then headed to a bar and got a bit tipsy (I literally couldn’t walk). We continued drinking till the early hours and didn’t want the night to end! (he called a taxi to go home – I told the driver to go to a bar down the road).
I know you shouldn’t on the first date, but we kissed (we had sex) which was so nice (it was awful, I called his penis a ‘grower’ then flicked it). He said I was like no girl he’d ever met (when he returned from the bathroom I looked like this).
And he said he wanted to see me again (he didn’t, I got a glass of milk and directions to the station). I haven’t really heard from him since (I’ve heard nothing) but he’s probably just really busy (getting his memory surgically removed).
You know what, I’m not bothered if I don’t (I’m so upset) I’m just going to carry on as if I’d never met him (sitting in a dark room, re-reading our old messages before I destroyed everything).
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