Tag: relationships
Encounter #23.1: Nice Boy
Name: Aaron*
Date Location: Quality Greens Kitchen
Location Review: 4.5 Stars – Super healthy and tasty. A cross between HoneyGrow and Chipotle. Wish there was booze.
Date Duration: 2 hours
What Happened:
Aaron was physically out of my league. By a lot. So I was shocked when he messaged first on Hinge. He asked to meet up in Hoboken to walk along the water front. I got there first so I was just dicking around on my phone texting friends in our group chat. I then done fucked it up.
Womp. To combat this issue, I changed his name in my phone to:
Well, he still agreed to hang out with me. I walked up to him and he was SO FINE but it felt like I already made him uncomfortable. (I mean I kinda did).
But his voice was so stiff and monotone I really thought it was all over. I later realized that that was really his voice. We walked along the pier and he seemed to get more comfortable. We sat down and somehow within 15/20 minutes he asked if he could kiss me and we made out…for several minutes. It wasn’t too bad. The only thing was that his breath was kind of oniony and he wouldn’t let up. I love PDA, don’t get me wrong. But it was not dark enough outside to be doing that shit plus we were in an area where people take photos since the skyline is right there.
We stopped making out long enough for him to offer up dinner. We walked to the restaurant holding hands (his were so fucking dry. He needed some serious lotion). During this 7-minute walk I really started to hate him. He kept bringing up how he hated his hometown and that he was a health nut. Like no ice cream, no pizza, no fun health nut. Then by the time we got to the restaurant I learned he was bullied in high school, had body image issues, and neither were resolved.
We ate and kept chatting. Anytime he said anything, he sounded like a child. He wouldn’t curse so he used these odd made up words in their place. He also dropped the bomb that he didn’t drink. FUCK. I asked why and he said it’s because his aunt choked on her own vomit while drinking…and doing heroin and crack. I’m not a doctor, but I think the heroin and crack were the bigger issue.
Despite not drinking, he had been in more bar fights than you’d expect. As these stories went on it seemed like his friends weren’t really his friends and either kept him around for some personal gain or because they felt obligated. Either way, these guys he hung around with sucked.
After dinner we went back to the pier. He started to kiss me again and I just wanted it to stop. I was annoyed by him and I hated how he kept making out with me nonstop. I said something along the lines of, “I get really embarrassed by PDA” (total lie) to make it end. I really wanted to get to know him to see if I was a dick or if he really was that annoying to me. Instead, we went behind a piece of playground equipment and it just kept happening and it was getting worse. His nose poked my eye.
Somehow I got him to stop sucking my bottom lip off long enough to ask him what his worst date was. He said that a girl looked really in shape in her pics and then showed up not looking like them. WOW AARON. I FEEL SO BAD FOR YOU. Meanwhile I’ve fucked a dude with no electricity, was blown off for a nap, and had a guy ditch after 7 minutes. BUT YES AARON THAT DATE WAS TERRIBLE.
I was ready to call it a night and despite his offer to drive me home, I called a Lyft. He texted me that night saying he had a good time and all that shit. The next day, I had a gala for work so I was working all night. He texted me at some point wishing me luck but I was busy so I ignored it. Three days later he texted me again asking how the event went. I had just gotten home from a weekend away so I ignored it and decided I would text him later to break it off.
He called me and left a fucking voicemail.
Fuck. This guy was nice. So nice. But also wayyyy more into me than I was into him. As much as I wanted to ghost, it was too late. I had to nagasaki him.
I blocked, unmatched, then sent the text out. He had an iPhone so despite being blocked his message came through on my laptop. He seemed to take it well even though I was the biggest cunt in history. I only made out with him and gave every indication I was interested. Great work, Laura.
Honorable Mention: I Want Your Brains
Encounter #22.1: Beanie Boy
App: Tinder
Name: Beck*
Date Location: 9 Bar Cafe
Location Review: 2.5 Stars – Small space, not a lot of coffee options, hipster AF
Date Duration: 1.5 hours
What Happened:
It had been a few weeks since I had gone out with anyone. After cutting someone loose because of herpes, I felt it was time to be a little more passive with the dating game. Rather than swipe aggressively, craft answers, and make myself available I would just see what came into my inbox and go from there.
Beck opened with, “Who would win in a fight? Forrest Gump vs Tommy Pickles” Weird. I was into it. We had some banter back and forth until he asked me out for coffee. Also weird. How was I going to make it through a first date without drinking?
I made it there first and saw a hottie to my right. Was not my date upon further review. I took a seat facing the door. I was ready for a great ass date. He walked in. I looked up. I immediately wanted to leave.
He wore a beanie, had a scraggly beard, and gave the general vibe that he had not showered for a few days. Shit. And no alcohol on this date? We’re fucked.
We started talking and it was clear we would not go out again. He only asked me one question the entire time we were out. “What do you do for work?” He then told me all about his two jobs, the commute, living in NJ, how he never sleeps, why he never sleeps, what music he’s into, where his friends live, his siblings, and all the indie concerts he had been to.
After an hour or so, he said he had to go which I was more than fine with. I had to make the turn to get to the train so we hugged, went our separate ways, and I unmatched him as soon as I got on the train.
Encounter #20.4: The Boy from Neverland
App: Hinge
Name: Reed*
Date Location: Ethyl’s Alcohol & Food
Location Review: 4.0 Stars – Super funky spot on the Upper East Side. They have go-go dancers, fun decor, and even bingo on Wednesdays
Date Duration: 2 hours
What Happened:
Once again, this was Reed’s last shot. He opened up the last time we went out and I just needed to learn more about who he was as a person before I made a decision on his fate.
I shot him a text and we were on for date #4. Per usual, I got too drunk too fast but I apparently said some things that resonated with him.
We were joking about how I could pass for a high school student and I told a story about how I helped out at my high school’s Challenge Day as an adult. While I was at the school I was asked several times if I was a student (there were only freshmen that day) or if I was a teacher. So basically I could pass for 14 or 28. He didn’t know what Challenge Day was so I walked him through the program and basically it’s for teens to learn that there are other people going through the same things and there’s more to a person than meets the eye.
He was oddly interested in this and I noticed him start to get ever so slightly more personal with me and he recognized that he deflected a lot. But, a few minutes later I allegedly made a joke about STDs.
“You make a lot of jokes about STDs.”
“Really? I don’t think so…?”
“That’s the second one.”
“Oh? Weird.”
“Well it’s funny you mention that because I have herpes.”
“…I can’t tell if you’re fucking with me.”
“I’m not fucking with you. I really have herpes.” And then he pinky-promised he wasn’t messing around.
“I got it about a month and a half ago and I wanted you to know in case this goes any further. You’re the first person I’ve told about it.”
SHIT.
The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. He never really touched me when we were out, the make outs weren’t heavy, and he never mentioned/propositioned having sex with me. I had so much respect for him to tell me but at the same time I wasn’t sure if I could handle it.
Reed assured me that it was basically a skin condition, 1 in 4 New Yorkers had it, he was on anti-viral medication, and I could ask him anything (also a first since he would deflect so much).
I didn’t really know what to say. On the one hand, I didn’t want to add to the stigma. I know plenty of people who have had an STD and basically they just got antibiotics and were good. However, I had never encountered herpes in the wild and it’s not one with a cure. I liked him but I wasn’t sure if it was enough to potentially contract it myself and have to have the same conversation with future partners.
We called it a night and walked the same direction to the train station. Before I left, we kissed (not intensely) and he left it at, “Well, I’ll let you do your research and if I hear from you then I’ll know you’re still interested.” GOD DAMN IT. Responsibility sucks.
I took the week to think it over and ultimately decided against it. The risk of passing it is very low with the use of condoms and anti-viral medication along with abstaining during break outs. He was cool, I liked him, but I didn’t think I liked him enough to take that risk with him. Since he was only diagnosed a month and a half prior I wasn’t sure if he really knew when his body would break out or “shed” as it’s called.
I then sent the most guilt ridden text I’ve ever written. Really, I felt like shit.
Here this guy was who never told anyone anything coming clean about something so personal and I rejected him. Fuck.
Encounter #21.3: Brooklyn Babe
App: Hinge
Name: Khalil*
Date Location: Mills Tavern (Hoboken) and Johnny Rockets
Location Review: 3.0 Stars – Honestly I have no idea why I go to Mills. There’s nothing particularly special about it except that it’s easy to find
3.5 Stars– Mediocre food. Has a classic diner atmosphere and bomb ass shakes though
Date Duration: 16 hours
What Happened:
After flaking on me twice in three days, Khalil took it upon himself to make it up to me by suggesting a NJ date. He had me pick the spot and was really overcompensating for flaking as much as he did.
I met him at the bar and he apologized again for bailing on me. We covered the normal small talk, he kept complimenting me on how good I looked, and did all the right things to physically say he liked me. I loved how he would keep his arm on the back of my chair, rest his hand on my knee, and take my hand. It had been a long time since I felt like “someone’s girl”, as stupid as that sounds. Really, one of the things I missed most about being in a relationship was the physical contact outside of sex. There is something to be said about being touched in a way that makes you feel important.
After we had a few drinks he suggested we head across the street for some milkshakes since he knew I loved them so much. We crushed our shakes and some cheese fries and while we walked out I asked if he had ever seen the skyline from Hoboken. By far, it’s one of if not the best views of NYC so we walked over to the pier.
On the walk over he had his hand around my waist and held my hand because it was so fucking cold. When we got to the edge of the pier, he pulled me into his side as we stared at the skyline. Then he turned to me, brushed my hair out of my face, and kissed me. HOT DAMN. Then per usual we were making out and I asked him to come back to my place. He agreed.
Side note: Let’s be real. We both knew we were going to fuck. So I have no idea why we wasted our time going out beforehand.
Within about 5 minutes of being in my apartment we were making out on the couch and ripping clothes off. I threw some Trap Nation on and we did our thing—fucking nonstop.
Things were better this time. I knew what to expect, he knew my body a little bit better so it wasn’t as painful or shocking as the first time. It was slightly weirder though. I’m not opposed to dirty talk but I really don’t like a lot of it. To me, it feels like I’m in a shitty porn and it doesn’t add anything more to the experience. However, Khalil was very into it (and kind of bad at it). The word “pussy” should be used sparingly. In the way people hate the word “moist”, the word “pussy” makes me cringe. That was his go to word. “Your pussy feels so good. Do you realize how amazing your pussy is? Your pussy tastes so good. Pussy pussy blah blah blah pussy” If he just replaced the words “your pussy” with “you” it would have been about 5 million times less awkward and actually more genuine. But he stuck to his guns and also said mid-sex, “Your body is amazing. I love how thick you are.” UHM. NEVER CALL A WOMAN THICK TO HER FACE LET ALONE WHILE YOU’RE HAVING SEX. I spend a lot of time trying to not be considered “thick” so yes, thank you for bringing that up.
If that wasn’t enough, later that night between rounds we were talking about turn ons and what we looked for physically. He said a thick or curvier woman while he slid his hand down my side. OKAY SIR. I GET IT I NEED TO HIT THE GYM. I know it was meant as a compliment but when you spend so much time trying to rid yourself of that look, it doesn’t feel great. Also I’m a size 6/8 jean and wear medium shirts. I don’t think that would necessarily count as “thick”.
I made a mistake with Khalil. We were talking about our sexual chemistry and I made a comment along the lines of, “This never happens. No one ever makes it to my apartment let alone a third date.” So now he thought he was special or some shit. Then he said, “Well I can’t wait for our fourth date, and the one after that, and the one after that.”
Here’s the thing. After that night, I made the decision that we were only going to be sex friends. I liked spending time with him, he was smart, interesting, and all that but he couldn’t really make me laugh. We had different senses of humor and I kind of found his to be annoying. He was so sexy when he would talk about his career and other things he had done but oh my god, I wanted to wring his neck whenever he tried to be funny. Also, when describing him to others I would say “He’s fine.” Fine is not the word to describe someone you want to seriously date.
He asked me when he could see me again and we picked Friday of that week. There was a bar in Hoboken I really liked for weekends and he wanted to check it out. Since he had already flaked on me twice before, I texted him at lunch asking if we were on and he responded, “On like Donkey Kong” and we decided to meet at 9.
A half hour before he was supposed to meet me he asked if he could push it back by an hour…to take a nap.
Ummmmmmmmmmmmm, kay.
I figured it would be a wash at that point so I changed out of my cute outfit and hot underwear into bum clothes, headed to McDonald’s to get a McFlurry, and parked my ass on the couch. While I was rage eating fries (the ice cream machine was broken) this fucker called me.
“Heyyy what are you up to?”
“Nothing. I’m chilling on my couch eating fries in my comfy clothes. You?”
“That sounds dope. I still haven’t left my bed. …Do you still want to do something tonight?”
“I’m not making you come to NJ to sit on my couch with me.”
“I feel so bad but Jersey is soooo far. I’m just so tired. What are you doing tomorrow?”
“I have to work.”
“Sunday?”
“I already have plans.”
“Oh. Okay, I don’t want to get in the way of your plans. Sorry again, have a good night.”
He texted me the next day and then the week after that.
Yeahhhh I’m never going to be free. He cancelled on me 3 times and one was for a damn nap. BYE.
Encounter #20.3: Boy From Neverland
App: Hinge
Name: Reed*
Date Location: Fat Cat Lounge
Location Review: 4.0 Stars – Super cool bar. There’s live jazz/swing music, cheap drinks, and dark lighting
Date Duration: 2 hours
What Happened:
This was Reed’s last shot. We had gone out twice and I never knew if he was fucking with me, telling the truth, or was just deflecting.
He joked that he hustled foosball at Fat Cat so I tested his skills. This may check out. He was oddly good but I kicked his ass in ping pong. (He probably let me win, but I’ll take a win wherever I can get one at this point).
As we played though I got to see a glimmer of his true self. He came from single mom, dad wasn’t in the picture at all, and since he was an only child he went above and beyond for his mom. HE’S A REAL BOY.
Aside from that it was the same bullshit. He did give me a fantastic joke about my office but other than that it was me doing most of the sharing. I may have in fact gotten drunk and over shared (and decided to write this in my alcohol glow). We were talking about how we used to write and he asked if I still did.
“Yeah, here and there.”
“Oh, what do you write?”
“I have a blog” *sips beer nervously*
“What kind of blog?”
“…dating and lifestyle”
“Am I in it?”
“…not yet”
FUCK. Then he asked me what it was called and I let him know that we weren’t on that level. So he asked for keywords. I also didn’t give those and instead said it was ridiculously easy to find. I done fucked up.
We were only out for 2 hours before he called it a night. Fuck. But then before we parted ways, (God forbid he walk me the 2 blocks to the train), he kissed me. I won’t lie. I was drunk and he was cute. I wanted a dirty ass make out. I instead got a light make out, no tongue, soft kiss. K.
Encounter #21.2: Brooklyn Babe
App: Hinge
Name: Khalil*
Date Location: Apotheke, Pulqueria, and Le Barricou
Location Review: 3.0 Stars – Atmosphere is cool. It’s one of those hand-crafted cocktail spots and has an apothecary theme. So over these millennials and their $18 cocktail bullshit.
3.5 Stars– Has a tiki theme and really clean bathrooms. Music wasn’t bad, just not the most danceable.
5.0 Stars– Pancakes. 2 inches thick. Holy shit, died and went to heaven.
Date Duration: 21 hours
What Happened:
Less than 24 hours after seeing each other we were already back out. He offered to come out to Hoboken but I was still in shock that he made it out to NJ in the first place. I didn’t want to force him to come out to my side of the river again especially since it was super gross out.
He picked a spot in Chinatown and the stage was set. I beat him to the bar so I had to deal with annoying ass millennials taking 4 hours to order drinks that take 80 years to make because the fucking glass had to be frozen. Damn kids and their fancy cocktails. (Really, the place was cool. I am just developing a hatred for this fancy cocktail trend). We had a few drinks but since there was no good place to stand we moved to the tequila bar next door. More my vibe.
We were knocking back beers and he got more flirtatious with me. He said that the whole time we were together the night before he hoped I’d ask him back to my place and he really wanted to kiss me the whole night. He also made his feelings more obvious physically. He stood behind me and had his arm around me while I drank my beer at the bar. Then we kissed. Music was picking up so we made our way to the dance floor.
Just to give you a picture, it was 10/11pm when we hit the floor which in NYC translates to still early. While everyone else in the bar was starting to pick their prospect for the night he had me out on the floor, grinded on me, and we were making out heavily.
Then he posed the question. “Do you want to come back to Brooklyn?” Damn. Okay. This was it. We were going to fuck on the second date. As much PTSD as I had from the last time I was in Brooklyn, this was about to be my redemption. I agreed.
We made out in the Lyft on the way to his apartment and I was blown away by his place. Not only did he have heat and electricity, there was art on the walls, it was reasonably clean, had a patio, and he offered me water. OH MY STARS!
We moved to his room and he threw some music on. Then this motherfucker picked me up and threw me down on the bed. We were having that kind of night. We made out, clothes came off, and he immediately went down on me. I could respect his style.
I moved to reciprocate the efforts and oh my god… Boy had a beer can for a dick. HOW THE FUCK WAS THAT GOING TO FIT? I HADN’T STRETCHED. I put in my best efforts all while wondering how the fuck this was going to work. I had fucked a guy before with, what I considered, a big dick and things were fine but only in porn had I seen a cock that intense and in a matter of minutes I was going to find out what that was like.
It hurt like a bitch. Although his efforts were valiant in the beginning, I’m not sure any amount of prep would have made me ready for that. As time went on things got better but after several minutes I kind of felt like Jim from The Office staring into the camera so I may or may not have started to fake it just to make it stop.
He didn’t stop. I ultimately asked for a break which he was cool with. As we made out afterwards he mentioned that he usually doesn’t finish. Great. My vag is about to be a tunnel. …we fucked 3 more times that night.
Khalil was one who was eager to please. After the second round of fucking, he low key made it his mission to finish me off. He was so fucking slick how he asked too. After having the conversation on not finishing he asked if I ever had and what the guy did to make it happen. I didn’t want to disclose absolutely everything about my sex life on the second date so I mentioned how this guy I used to fuck would me pull me across the bed and give me oral like it was his favorite thing to be doing. This correction was immediately applied.
It was a new experience being with someone who was so into my body. Not only was he very enthusiastic about doing things to me he said, “I could eat you out all day. Do you realize how amazing your pussy is?” No sir. No, I don’t. He also kept saying how fucking amazing my body was (#BodybyMcDonalds), he was so into me, I was so cute, and fun to be around. Honestly these are things that I just had never heard before, at least not in such a direct way. So rationally my first thought was, WTF is wrong with this guy?
We woke up within 5 minutes of each other and as soon as he realized I was conscious he went right for going down on me and we fucked. This time was much better because at this point my organs were replaced by a gaping hole to Narnia. I also may or may not have queefed in his face 5 times. He was cool with it. I was mortified. For the next 3-4 hours after we just laid in bed making out and talking.
During the night he asked me if I’d go to brunch with him in the morning. Super unexpected. Because I’m a cynical asshole I figured I would be kicked out at some point but this guy cuddled all night between fucking. It was time to make moves and Khalil brought up the brunch thing again. He was serious about it? Weird. As we walked over he held my hand and while we were waiting for a table he pulled me in and kissed me on the forehead. A boy being affectionate? Does not compute.
One thing I liked about Khalil was that he could also eat like a champ. We went through 2 orders of hash browns and an order of fries before we even touched these thick ass pancakes. I can get down with a man who feeds me and can also do some damage.
During brunch there was one conversation which I found interesting. The topic of dating apps came up and he asked how long I had been using them. I was honest. I said about 2 years but during that time I did see someone for a bit so it wasn’t a consistent 2 years. I asked him the same and he said a month. Damn, Khalil! One month in and here you are after a night of record fucking with some pancakes? Boy got some moves!
On the way back to his apartment he asked what I was doing the rest of the day. I let him know I had plans later that night but had some time before I needed to go. So we hit the shower and hung out in his room for a bit before heading out. While we were laying on the bed he asked when he could see me next and said that even though his “life is pretty dope”, he would be thinking of me until we met up again. Okaaaaay. It was time to leave and he rode the train with me until my stop, we kissed, and he texted me the next day which was a new thing for me.
Upon returning home, I began the classic Laura “I’m interested but I’m not” dance. Typically around date 2, AKA every second date I make it to, I have this inner crisis. Obviously if the person makes it this far I must like him and in theory he likes me. But in the back of my head I always think that if I have any doubts this would be the time to cut it off. So I begin to convince myself that I don’t like him and turn to friends to agree that indeed, he sucks. They never agree, think I’m a psycho, and reassure me that he’s worth it. Now that I have all this confidence that he is indeed a decent guy, I give myself the opportunity to develop feelings.
After our date, the cycle began. I had convinced myself that he was actually the greatest player of all time and there was no way he was actually that into me. Yeah, he came to NJ, brought me chocolate, said I was dope, didn’t know why he was so comfortable around me, and said that he could lay in bed with me all day BUT ANYONE COULD DO THAT, RIGHT? He had only been on apps for a month and this was NYC. He was just going to keep me around until someone better with a stretchier vagina came around.
I had a show and a competition the next week so we didn’t see each other but he texted me on the day of my competition to wish me luck. WHY WAS HE SO NICE?
At the end of the weekend I texted him and asked to hang out again. He said yes and suggested coming to NJ so I started stretching. …he cancelled the morning of. A few days later he asked me what I was doing that night. I had a busy day but I let him know when I’d be done. He flaked again.
Finally, the stars aligned. We both had snow days and my roommate was out. So I started stretching for date #3.
Encounter #21.1: Brooklyn Babe
App: Hinge
Name: Khalil*
Date Location: Tommy’s Family Restaurant and The Hutton
Location Review: 3.5 Stars – Truthfully, I am probably selling this spot short. I was on a diet that week so couldn’t eat too much. That being said, the omelette was good and the hashbrowns had onions in them which was nice.
4.0 Stars– The place is in the most random spot but brings in a good crowd. I only drank beer that night but they had some interesting cocktails on the menu which could be worth trying.
Date Duration: 5 hours
What Happened:
I had not been this excited for a date in a long time. Khalil was the real deal. Worked in computer science, tall, ridiculously handsome, athletic, smart, well travelled, voted democrat, and was from Canada. Since we met on Hinge, I had his last name and may or may not have creeped the shit out of him. Everything was confirmed, he was cool AF (and previously dated a white girl with a similar build to myself). LAURA DON’T FUCK THIS UP.
We were texting and the topic of NJ diners came up since it’s the diner capital of the world. We started joking about how we would have our first date at a diner and then both decided this was the best idea. Khalil picked a spot 10 minutes from me in NJ and we were ready to rock. No lie, going in I had no idea what to expect. This guy willingly offered to come to NJ so that bodes pretty well but my luck was stacked against me.
He beat me to the restaurant and as I walked up to him I was happy to see he looked exactly like his photos. Holy shit. Babe status. He was an interesting guy. Family was from Ghana, he grew up in Toronto, family moved to Alabama, he lived in Charlotte for a bit, and decided to pick up and move to NYC. Clearly much more well traveled than me.
The weekend prior he was in Boston for a conference (where he got to see Obama speak) and I recommended a place for bomb ass hot cocoa. Well he went and brought me back a chocolate bar. WHAT. OKAY. SO NICE.
The diner was ever so obviously trying to get us to leave so we headed out for another bar in Jersey City. There was an accordion player playing “Sorry Miss Jackson”. I was sold. (And I now have his business card so if you have accordion needs I would highly recommend).
The beer flowed and we just kept chatting away and for once, I wasn’t hammered. (2018 is about to be my year guys). As we were talking, I noticed he kept leaning in across the table but I wasn’t sure if it was that he was into me or that it was loud AF. I ignored it and kept laughing too loud.
We shut the bar down, it was nearly midnight on a Thursday, so it was time for us to head home. We shared a Lyft to the train station near my apartment so he could head to NY and I could walk a few blocks home. Within a few minutes he had his arm around me, was holding my hand, put his hand in my hair, and then we looked at each other. And fam, we kissed. And it was great. His lips were so fucking soft and despite being in the backseat of a car was executed really well. So of course we started making out a shit ton.
In an effort to save my Lyft rating, we cut the shit out. He said that he had been wanting to do that all night but thought it would be frowned upon to jump across the table. I then said he made me nervous because he was so ridiculously good looking. His response? “Okay, but have you looked at yourself?” OH. DAMN. I also thanked him for coming to NJ. No one ever wants to and I really appreciated it. Khalil whipped out, “Well I had a feeling you’d be worth it.” SWOON.
We got to the PATH and I walked him to the escalators. We made out in the middle of the plaza in the freezing rain. He asked if we could move under an overhang so we went in front of Duane Reade and made out more. One hand was on my back while the other was tangled in my hair. So. Good. Between kisses he asked what I was doing that weekend which I wasn’t expecting. THIS NEVER HAPPENS.
…we hung out the next night.
Honorable Mention: Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time
