This all happened four days ago. After a very hectic morning, I[20F] arrive at his[33M] apartment at around 2:30 in the afternoon. I text him that I’ve arrived and then just stand at the bottom of his stairs for a few seconds. I’m a little nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before. But my ride has already left, so there’s no turning back now. But I wouldn’t have wanted to anyway. I was determined to be with this guy.
I walk up the stairs and he opens the door for me. This is a very familiar experience, as I’ve been to his place a few times before. I’m never sure if he’s just standing at the door waiting to open it, or if he just happens to open it right when I get there. I’ll probably never know. He lets me in and the tension increases. We exchange brief greetings and he takes my coat so I can remove my shoes. Then he leads me to his bedroom. Also a familiar experience, as he has roommates, so we usually hang out in his room. But his roommates are gone this week. We have the place to ourselves.