So too preface this; I’m a University Student, chronically unlucky in love, who has his hand in a few dating apps. 98% of the time I’m unsuccessful, a victim of chronic ghosting. And I don’t blame them – I don’t fit into your standard Tinder archetypes of “lanky eboy” or “himbo engineering student”. So when I match with someone, it’s a rarity. When she tells me to come over, well, that shit needs to be framed in a museum.
So I find myself marching over to hers, as she just so happens to be a few blocks away. She lives alone in a snazzy little apartment, living off her parents money. First impressions go a long way – she’s Filipino, 5″4, curvy, great legs and incredibly cute. Instant 10/10 from me. When we get to her room, I find it’s full of band posters, specifically ones from the Beatles and the Beach Boys. This instantly turned it up to 11 – I’m a sucker for a girl with good taste in music. After admiring the posters for a bit, I turned around to find her laying back on the bed with her legs open — I couldn’t see when I came in, as it was in the middle of the night, but she wasn’t wearing anything below the waist. It was at this point I almost lost control and dove into her. She was just too sexy for a mere mortal like myself. However, things started getting a bit strange.