Buckle in, this one is a slow burn.
This story takes place several years ago when I was a younger man fresh out of college, and it’s almost surprising to think how much time has passed, and how many times I’ve replayed these events in my head, both what I did and what I wish I had done.
However, I will do my best to tell you the story as it happened, as best as I remember it.
Several years ago, one early summer pre-pandemic, back when you weren’t afraid to get too close with a stranger, I found myself with a delightfully free weekend. My SO was out of town and I was not sure what to do with myself, so I decided I would drive over to the nearby major city and check out a club for a hobby interest of mine. The meeting was on Sunday morning, 2 hours away. I decided to spend the night before, since the city was famed for it’s nightlife and good food. I decide to keep it cheap, and after plenty of googling, settled on a cheap but nice hostel. I figured I would only be sleeping there, so why not. More money for drinks, right?