[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/triomr/mf_almost_a_decade_later_i_still_remember_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
It was late when she texted me. Well, late for me at least. These days, it takes a lot to keep me up beyond 10pm. But reading her subtle flirtation gave me a quick shot of adrenaline. Everything awakened. I felt like I was in the cart of a rollercoaster slowly climbing before the big drop.
Why would she have texted me this? Randomly at 1015? On a Thursday? She must have had it bad. This is a desperation text, I reasoned to myself. Does this mean she doesn’t have a boyfriend? No way— she’s too hot and too cool. She’s taken, gotta be. I was dying to uncover her motives and see if our teenaged flirtation could be dusted off in young adulthood.
I read the text again, “You remember when you ruined your best chance with me? Lol”
It had been a few minutes. She was casting bait and I was abso*fucking*lutely going to bite.
“Still thinking about that night on the patio, huh?” I said back.