I was at the grocery store earlier this week and I kept bumping into this super tall, super skinny brunette. She was as cute as hell and had a nice, tight little butt and perky little tits. I wasn’t exactly following her around the store, but I also wasn’t … NOT following her.
After a few run ins, I said, “I think you’re following me.”
She smirked and said, “Funny. I was going to say the same about you.”
We spoke for a few minutes, exchanged numbers and said we’d grab a drink one night next week.
A few nights later, Melanie and I were sitting in a private corner of our neighborhood dive bar, chatting and having a good time. And then, she stopped me.
“I have to be up front about something. I’m not … looking for anything serious,” she said. “At least not now. I’m really just trying to have fun. Is that okay?”
I nodded and said it was fine.
“There’s something else, though … and this, you might not be okay with, so I’d rather get it out of the way early on than spring it on you a few weeks from now.”