Thanks for all the love on my last story!! As promised, in the words of DJ Khaled, here’s another one…
One of the girls who lives on my floor, Justine, has a hot dad. I first met him last September, when he was helping her carry her boxes up to her room on moving in day. I briefly said hello to him as we passed each other on the stairs. I got to know Justine better over the course of the semester, and I found out more about her dad too: he’s divorced and single. He was at the dorm quite often, about once or twice a month, as he lived quite nearby and he came to visit Justine often. Every time we saw each other we would smile and exchange a few pleasantries, but nothing more.
One day last December I ran into Justine’s dad outside our building by himself while I was returning from the gym. Turns out he was there to take Justine out to dinner for the night, but he was waiting for Justine who was still in a lecture, as he had mistakenly turned up an hour early. I was still in my gym clothes (sports bra and yoga pants), all sweaty and gross, but I noticed him checking me out as we chatted. He’s one of those cool dads with a good sense of humour, and he was making me laugh as usual.