” “Hhhmmmm…well I think it’s a practical solution for two people that like each other and are seeing each other to get together…” I answered. I felt a little stupid answering this, isn’t it obvious?
He likes me.
I like him.
He declared his affection for me.
I’m declaring my affection for him.
Let’s date. 1+1=2. You’re a smart boy, do the math. Bitch. “
“Is that why you asked me to come over?” I demanded, swinging my legs to the other side of the bed as I stood up.
I looked at him for an answer, but his eyes glazed over from the smoke of his bong, seemed clueless at the situation unfolding before him.
And in retrospect, I do feel a little sorry for the guy; I forgot how socially awkward he is, and how maybe his “playfulness” went down smoother in his mind.
“Jon…is this all you want me for…?” I asked, probably a little more shocked, then angry.
“What…what are you talking about?” He giggled out.
I faced him on the bed, then I stood up and fished around for my belongings.
“I should get going” I mumbled….loudly
“Are you leaving already?” He asked, I know he wasn’t laughing or smiling because he was happy, but…maybe….is this time? Maybe I can…
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