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The second time seeing him was almost exactly two years later. I was coming up on a week of vacation after getting a new job, and he offered to come down for a weekend to hang out. We’d chatted online about what we wanted to do, and each of us danced around the topic of hooking up. Both of us understood that there was a strong mutual attraction, and that anything would go, if it went. It also didn’t hurt that he was going to share the bed with me.
He arrived on a Thursday night, renting a car from the airport and coming to me directly. He arrived a little later than expected, but we made up for lost time by heading directly to the pub for dinner. We sat at the bar, facing each other. I’d knock my feet against his, trying to gauge a reaction. He was too busy eating to notice, I think.
That night, we both got in bed, ready to sleep. We both said goodnight and started to relax. Well, at least he did. I sat there frozen, not sure what to do next. After many shallow breaths, I quietly muttered “I think you should do something.” He laughed and rolled over, facing away from me. I eventually went to sleep.