Last night, I went home with a guy after hitting it off at a party. He actually caught me twice that night coming out of a room with different guys but still wanted to take me home.
When we got to his place, I got this feeling that I had been here before. He told me his parents were asleep at this point (we’re both students). When we walked in, I immediately recognized the antique wall clock. I had this feeling I’ve slept with a middle-age guy here before so I asked him for some water and took the opportunity to look at some family photos for confirmation. Gotta say, I’ve had a fair share of hookups so even though I think I’ve fucked his dad, I wasn’t 100% sure.
With the dad: It was almost a year before this party. I was getting takeout from a wine bar but it took forever. He came to me and I was happy to chat. After he bought me a glass of wine, I ended up eating and sitting with him. He invited me over for a nicer bottle, said his kids weren’t at home, so I accepted.