This story took place while I was in university in London less than 10 years ago, a recently turned 20-year-old man managing a bar due to a bizarre set of circumstances, the bar lead to my having plenty of opportunities to meet sexual partners though.
After managing the bar for a few months, during my peak “himbo” times, I moved into a shared house with four friends – two men and two women – and was scarcely there due to my going home with people after work shifts or nights out. After one such night out I returned to the house at about 11am on a Saturday to find three of my housemates, the two women and one of the men, in the living room having coffee and breakfast. I was greeted by the man, let’s call him James, shouting a prolonged *“ayyyyyy”*, and a chuckle from the women. I made myself an instant coffee, grabbed a cereal bar, and sat with the group in my clothes from the night before.
The two women, who I’ll describe later, named Carrie and Ella, started their own conversation once it became clear that James was going to be probing me about my night.