I masturbate to this memory pretty often.
I had moved away from my hometown for the first time, was single, and had a place of privacy all to myself. Needless to say, I was keeping my ~~legs~~ options open.
Sharing drinks at a bar, Scott and I were platonically chilling as we occasionally would on weekdays. He’s one of those quiet, dark handsome types who also made you realize you were a snort-laugher (and this only happens in public). He brings up that he’s got a date planned with a girl in another city. Which is fine. We were platonically chilling, after all. I’d be *super competitive* if it were any other kind of chilling. His sharp cheekbones and jawline powdered with stubble definitely drew me in, but to me, he’s a very interesting conversation and I really admired his insight first and foremost. Secondmost, yeah I would’ve eaten off his stomach. Thinking back on it, he was the one to put up ‘friend’ walls early on. Maybe it was because of this girl (who knows how long they’ve been talking). Scott’s also a few years older and a suit-and-tie professional, though, which he likely knew wasn’t my typical vibe, so we fell into being good friends.