*This story makes me smile because we were both so young and stupid.*
I had a best friend in college. I’ve actually written about him briefly in the background of a few stories. We were never exactly “together” but we were really close and often had “sleepovers.” We did fuck a few times, but we mostly just made out and cuddled throughout our friendship until he got a girlfriend (now his wife whom I love). He’s still a joy in my life and a dear friend.
When I first met him, I was thoroughly unimpressed though. He had a swagger about him I interpreted as cocky, and every time I looked up he had a different girl hanging on him.
The most annoying thing about him was that he had a fucking stripper pole in his bedroom. He just installed it when he moved in like it was a casual piece of furniture.
I don’t know why this bothered me so much. Maybe I was just closed-minded back then, but it seemed to be some kind of statement. He acted like it was a victory every time he got a girl to dance on it, and this annoyed me.