Since I got some good feedback on my last post about Chris (which I guess I can’t link to) so here’s part 2. Again, it’s kinda long and all MM. Enjoy!
It has been some time since our initial encounter. Every time I saw Chris after that, we both acted like it never happened. We still hung out together and he was the same goofy dude, still athletic and good looking, and still pulling girls I could only dream of.
I think it was a little over a year later. I was preparing to move several states away for a new job. About a week before I was leaving, Chris asked if we could hang out one last time to have some beers and laughs. I didn’t think anything of it, and said I’d be over after dinner with my parents.
I got to his house about 7:30 pm, and we cracked a few beers, yukking it up and recounting stories from our youth. After an hour or so I got up to use the bathroom, and Chris went to the kitchen to get another pair of beers. He was still in the kitchen when I returned, opening the bottles. He handed one to me and leaned against the counter.