Two Guys One Me [FMM]

One of my girlfriends from college and I meet up every year in a different destination. She’s in a city without a decent airport on the east coast and I’m in the most boring town known to man, so it’s been fun for us to plan a long weekend somewhere new every year.

Of course, that didn’t get to happen in 2020, but in 2019 we picked Chicago. I’d just landed at Midway on a Friday afternoon when my phone started buzzing nonstop. There was some lousy weather pushing through off the Atlantic, and her connecting flight was canceled. She’d been rescheduled for the following day, so I was on my own for the rest of the night.

We had a dinner reservation at a really trendy seafood place, which I decided I didn’t want to go to alone. I opted to get some pizza at a little pizza joint by the hotel, and I headed to the bar to get a drink. In all honesty, I was exhausted. It had been a long week, so I just planned on getting a cocktail and returning up to the room to turn in early.

That time my [F] professor [M] taught me to come for him

When I was a junior in college, I had a really cute professor. He was
young, under thirty, with ashy blonde hair that he kept swept back
like some southern frat boy. He was tallish, at least six feet, and
had a good build, but not in a bodybuilder sort of way. He’d wear
glasses to class, but I always got the impression he did that just to
look older and to be taken seriously as an academic. In truth, he
looked more like a lacrosse player than a history professor.

This all happened at a really small liberal arts college in my
hometown. My brother, who’s eight years older than I am, graduated
from the same school for underground, and it turned out this
professor, we’ll call him Clay, was an alum and knew my brother. I
have a very uncommon last name, so the first week of class, he asked
if we were related, and it turns out they were in the same dorm
freshman year and were friends through undergrad.

I mixed business with pleasure right before the pandemic [MF] [Str8]

A little backstory, I’m a Landman. And most outside of TX/OK/NM may not know what that is, but basically I negotiate leases, contracts, and run title, for oil and gas operators. Won’t go into too many details, but I’ve been getting mineral owners leased on a project in the Permian. Everything was straight forward for the most part, except for this one lady who was a total bitch during the whole process.

We never spoke on the phone, only communicated via email for months, and she had issues with practically every god damn word in the lease form. Finally, we get to a version she agrees on, but with all this corona stuff that was just starting to happen, she didn’t want to leave her house to get it notarized. I was so pissed. We’d been going back and forth for months, and now she’s claiming she can’t leave because of corona, and I’m thinking she’s just stalling for the sake of being difficult. I’m a notary, and we’re both in the Houston area, so I offered to swing by and keep my 6 ft distance just to get this over with. At this point I’m so sick of dealing with her, I would have driven 8 hours to get her damn signature.