“If my motorcycle were a woman, wouldn’t you wanna fuck the shit outta her? Anyway. Hi! Ren. Nice to finally meet you.”
This was one of the first sentences I spouted at a random guy I matched with on Tinder on our first “date”. You ever hit it off so well with someone that you two forget that you originally met up for a hookup? Sounds strange, right? Instead of having crazy, rough sex after a 20 minute mundane conversation, we stayed in the shop to talk, talk, and talk more. We really hit it off. We were so engrossed in our conversation that two hours flew by and the shop announced that they were closing. Neither of us wanted the night to end. He invited me back to his apartment to “hang out.” Normally this is the part where two horny sort of strangers fuck, right? You vet each other out to make sure that the other isn’t a serial killer then *the sex.* Nope. We went back to his apartment and played Donkey Kong Country on his Super Nintendo for three hours straight. We became incredibly good friends that night, and would actually hang out quite frequently afterwards.