Less than a week had gone by since that [first run in](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jkqfay/i_f_gave_my_super_fit_neighbor_m_a_blowjob_to/) with my neighbor Matt. Before I left his apartment, I wrote my number on the whiteboard hanging on his door. I started wondering if he would actually call.
I was laying on my back on the living room floor, listening to some music and stretching out my legs. My glutes were really sore from trying in vain to follow along with a YouTube spin class. *That shit is harder than it looks! Maybe I’ll stick to running.* I sit up and stare at the dark blue umbrella in the corner. *I’m obviously not returning the umbrella on purpose; Guys are so clueless*, I think to myself. I hear my phone vibrating and then the familiar tone signaling I just got a text message. It’s an unfamiliar number.
*”Hey, it’s Matt in 818B. Just checking in, did you make it home alright? You still have my umbrella btw…”* I make up some excuse to sound like I’ve been too busy to return it…even though we’re in the midst of a pandemic. I offer to make him dinner if he is willing to make the trek from his building to mine, a whole tenth of a mile. We make plans for Thursday night which gives me time to tidy up, both myself and my apartment. A girls apartment is never cleaner than when she is expecting to get fucked.