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Oct 15, 2010, 09:30 PM
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Ok, so I met a man briefly last summer, and sometimes, I can’t help but wonder about him.
It was a scorching hot day in July, , I was off for the day and I decided to be a bit more daring than my normal introverted self(I guess I have my manic moments) and wore these short shorts and a tank and wandered about town until I found myself in another neighborhood(Haight, SF, CA) I decided to stop in to a bar about 4pm and have a couple drinks before hopping a bus home(My new sandal shoes had given me a slight blister and there’s no way I was walking home) Anyways, After a couple drinks and an appetizer, it was approaching 6:30 and I was getting ready to leave when a man sat down next to me. Granted, I had already had small talk with two friends earlier and played it cool and mostly kept to myself. Well, we hit it off. He had just come here from Florida, he told me stories of the crazy people there (his words) and the gator danger, as well as of how he grew up in New York. The way he told it, it sounded like he was a bit of a loner. Which isn’t necessarily bad, I sort of am too, but also family oriented with some close friends. Well, he was only in SF for a few days until he went to Korea for a year to teach English. I was still being platonic with him until we left the bar and stopped by a few more, by that point we had kissed and were holding hands. Needless to say he rode the bus home with me to my apartment. I’m not the type to have one night stands , so when we got hot and heavy, there were no condoms and we just held each other and fell asleep. I spent the next two days with him, exploring the city with him and going out to eat one night and hanging at my place another. Here’s the weird part:
When we were waiting at a bus stop by ourselves one time, he made a weird comment about how I wasn’t the type of person he’d kill, but the kind he could hang out with (no one I’ve ever known made a ‘joke’ like that) and then I thought of how the night we met he insisted on taking my headshot while at the bar. And so then we kept in touch for a while via Skype, but he seemed more and more sketchy, and then he got a new pic that looked creepy, and he seemed to be drifting away and so that was that. But the day he left, I swear I was in love, and I’m not the type to fall in love easily. So, I don’t know, am I being paranoid? There were some other weird instances I can’t quite think of right now, but I just had to share.
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