I was half an hour into a two hour statistics lecture. One of those unskippable “will bore you to tears but may also include the odd exam hint” lectures. I had purposely chosen a seat right at the back of the theatre and had opened up my laptop to appear as though I was taking notes. But rather than taking notes that day, I was actually planning to read back over your messages from last night.
You and I had first met via r/r4r two weeks ago. I had responded to you on a whim because I was up late unable to sleep. While our schedules have been rather hard to sync up as you live in the UK and I’m all the way in Australia, we’ve still managed to click quite well and I’m glad that our conversation has still continued weeks later. Even from the beginning, our messages were always veiled with some light flirting, but I was excited that it had continued to escalate.