For the third time since I had got there, I checked my phone. No new messages from that girl I matched with on tinder, and it was getting late.
I was at my coworkers house playing one of the most boring board games of my life. The night had started out okay- there was about fifteen people in the house, none of whom I knew very well.
Megan, my coworker, had invited me over. She is nice enough, but about six years my senior and a little bit past over weight.
She enthusiastically rolled the dice, as I checked my dry phone again. The other two players, one who matched Megan’s energy to a tee (which most likely had something to do with the copious amounts of alcohol they’d been drinking), and another guy, watched with suspense.
She rolled high enough to beat me out of the game. My time to leave. Go home, put on some porn, and release the sexual tension that can only be oppressed by a 20 year old.