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Hang Out

Against my better judgment, I agreed to hang out with Toby again. Yeah, I know, the last post I wrote I was very against it. However, the next night I had a total change of feelings about it. I don’t know what brought them on, though I can guess, hormones.

Anyways, the plan was for me to get off of work, hurry home, take a shower (shave and all that fun girly stuff), then text when I was ready. Well, I got done with my shower and blow dried my hair (I never blow dry my hair, but I was in a hurry). I get my hair dry and come into my room to see that I have a text message.

I open to see what it says. It’s from Toby, saying that he wouldn’t be picking me up because he had training in the morning. “Whatever, fucker,” I mumble to myself while I text back that it would have been nice to know earlier, but whatever.

During my week that I had to sit and stew over my situation, I came up with the brilliant idea that next time he asks to hang out, I would say that I didn’t think it was such a good idea for me. When he would ask why, I would say it’s because I have attachment issues. I thought it would scare him off, being as how it seems like guys like him don’t want that in a “fuck buddy.”

A week later, two in the morning playing WoW, my phone starts to ring his ringtone “Picture to Burn” by Taylor Swift. Since I have never heard that ring before, I was shocked to see his name across the screen. I answered it.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Hey, I was coming back in your area and wanted to know if you wanted me to pick me up so we could hang out.”

“Ummm,” (me being heavily distracted both ways, I realize I am dying in the game and can’t seem to talk and play at the same time). “Well, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea for me. (Pause). You see, I thought about it, and I really have some major attachment issues.”

“That’s ok, we can go slow.”

“Well, I don’t know. My mom is already asleep and I don’t want to wake her and she might get pissed if I leave a note.”

“Aww, come on. I will make it worth your while, I promise.”

“I am sure you would, but I just don’t think it is such a good idea. Like I said, I have attachment issues and I don’t want to end up setting myself up.”

The more he talked, the easier it seemed. Finally I got tired of hearing him beg, so I agreed to let him pick me up. (I really shouldn’t wait a week at a time to masturbate, I get too horny and agree to things I shouldn’t).

To be continued…

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