I (21f) went to my neighbour’s place last night for a beer. We had never really hung out before, but somehow he managed to find my instagram. He DM’ed me saying hello, and that he’d love to formally meet me in person. He was being very kind and neighbour-ly, so I could only assume that he genuinely wanted to hang out as friends. He asked if I’d like to come over the next weekend. I agreed, set a reminder for myself, then forgot about it. The night before we had plans, he ‘liked’ an old picture of mine at 2am. I didn’t wanna get my hopes up, but I told myself I’d shave my legs just in case.
The next evening, we were sitting on his couch chatting and having a drink. To be honest, it was hard for me to stay focused on our conversation. He was so gorgeous. He was in his early 20s, maybe 22-23, with an adorable baby face. His big brown eyes and muscular shoulders were mesmerizing. I managed to steer the convo towards the direction of relationships. He didn’t have a girlfriend! I was getting excited, and I could tell that he was too. Our chat began to get sexual. We were asking each other about past experiences, past partners. I asked him if he was into anything freaky. He said, “I just want to make the girl feel good.” I told him that was fair enough, but didn’t he have any interests of his own? “I guess I’d like to finish on a girl’s boobs,” he said shyly. I could tell I was making him nervous, so I dropped the subject.