I cringe so hard thinking about this. (MF)

When I was 18 I used to hang out at the mall with my goth friends. One of the last times I went to the mall for Freak Fridays I saw a dark skinned girl with curly hair and a black dress with red polka dots. I stared at her awkwardly and she caught me staring. She walked up to our table at the food court and started talking to my friends. Apparently they knew one another already. I interrupted their discussion to say, “Polka Dot?”. Being interrupted, she gave me an annoyed look, and replied curtly, “yeah-“. But, before she could go back to talking I jumped up and grabbed her by her hands and did the Polka with her. I’d seen it before in Animaniacs. She laughed and danced with me for a few moments. Then she went right back to talking with our friends. I pulled out a seat for her and she sat while talking. I don’t think I paid any attention to what they were talking about, because it was about people I don’t know.
We all go outside to smoke cigarettes and I pulled out my pack to see that my last three cigarettes were broken (probably from dancing), including the lucky (lucky cigarette is the first one in the pack you pull out and put back upside-down). I asked the girl in the polka dot dress, Sam, if I could bum a smoke. In response she pulled out a cig, held it up, then pulled out her tits, put the cig between her tits, and said, “you can have it if you want.” She looked so sexy! And her tits were perky c cups.
Anyone could have handled this situation better than I did. I stuttered, “cc-an ee-you just hand it-t-to me?” She said, no. I went, “yoink!”, and plucked it from between her boobs trying to not touch them. I don’t remember how the night went after that because I felt like I ruined it and I think I even avoided her. Lol.

Great way to start a marriage. [MMFF] [public]

This is my first post that is to serve as an introduction. Feel free to ask questions, because I left a lot of side information out.

I met my previous wife, Jen, when she moved in next door to me while I still lived with my parents when I was 18. We remained friends for ten years. In that ten years I joined the Navy, and she had a kid with a guy who committed suicide. We talked a lot over the phone. One day we talked about getting a place together. She said it would be bad ass to live with me and we would be able to have sex with people to entertain one another. Her and I never got intimate together before but we’d seen one another having sex or masturbating, like “nbd”. To digress, there was one time before I left when I wanted to know if she liked me as something more, but didn’t know how to ask. I heard a friend of mine use this before, so I tried it too. “Buddy lover friend??” And my voice broke when I said it. She said, “dude?”, and I then outwardly said, “do you think I’m boyfriend material?”. This is after we’d been friends for six years. She said, “I feel like that would be fucking my brother, except with a much bigger dick.”. Her response was tactful af. I let it stay as that because I liked our arrangement. We lost contact for some time after that idea was side swiped by her son, who I loved like my own.