What I would say, what he would say. Inadvertently with my humor I had touched on the very matter that had put him to tears. Having a full understanding of what college men were all about, I decided to try a dating app, and set my location as far away from any schools as possible. But it made conversation easy and smooth. He went to lead me out of the bathroom, but I stopped, and he halted with a questioning look. I remember blushing and averting my eyes, when my eyes returned to his, he was blushing as well. I pulled off my fucking shoes and fucking ran. And there was a hotel across the street, a fancy one, I yearned to be staying there, with him. My mother was not typically an overly emotional person, she wasn’t prone to such emotional outbursts. My fingers and imagination could only stretch me so far. I fought panic, my fingers digging into his thighs, his curly patch of pubic hair tickled my nose.
