I’m not completely proud of the reason I had been there before. Between the time I knocked and time it took him to come to the door, in that 15 second window, it hit me -kind of like what concrete would feel like if someone threw me out of an actual window. I cautiously walk up to the door and knock a few times. When I pulled into his driveway the next day I got this strange feeling like I had been there before. So the next night we make plans for me to come over, watch a movie, and have some dinner. Just a simple “Hey”, “How are you?”, “You’re cute.” kind of messages. Well, last week we exchange our first words…on Grindr. Yeah, we all know what it is, and yes it’s used for many reasons, hooking up, dating, friends…etc. Fast forward to last week and it’s almost like we’re strangers. I had seen him out at the club once or twice and I thought he was cute, but I had never said a word to him. If that was the end of the story…well then it wouldn’t be my life.Ī year and a half ago is when we became Facebook official friends (whatever that means). I guess I could start off with the fact that this guy is really cute, has multiple degrees, has a great job, and is a complete gentleman, but if that was it then I guess I could just stop typing now. I don’t even know where to begin at how fucked up this story is. Well, that’s just another reason why my life is fucking weird.
I just think it’s funny that he has to sleep in the room next to us and hear us having loud passionate sex. Like how the fuck do I get this unlucky? At this point I don’t really care anymore. Little did I know…the guy I was talking to in February, who I may or may not have hooked up with, is his fucking roommate…and ex of over a year and a half. I forgot to mention that as we’re laying on the couch, in our boxers, watching Donnie Darko, his roommate walks in the door. What does that mean? Should I run away because of a number? Or because of the two kids? I am at a loss for words, but all I can think about is how he made my body tremble like no one ever has. He’s even talked about visiting me when I move away in a month for FA school. It’s only been three days since we met and yet I feel so comfortable around him. Crazy right? So he pretty much schooled me on my airport codes since he was married to a flight attendant for 5 years and has travelled the globe with her. AND GUESS WHAT!? Their mother is a flight attendant. I soon find out that he had two kids, a boy and girl, four and three years old respectively. It was so refreshing to talk to a real person when all I usually find on those fucking apps are jerks with big heads and small dicks. I never imagined that after the best sex of my life that we would be lying in his bed talking about our lives and just going on and on about everything. So we planned on just having sex, because let’s face it, that’s what those apps are for. So we met on one of those dumb gay apps that rots your brain and wastes way too much time. I just met a guy who is stunningly handsome and built like you’d never even imagine. Well I graduate from college on Friday and I have FANTASTIC news! I just got a job as a flight attendant!! I start training soon and I am so ecstatic! Anyway I guess I’ll get to the story. I saw the counter I put on my page and it’s almost at 10,000 views!!!! What?!!? And I have almost 100 followers now. I got really busy with college and life and all that is between.
So I honestly forgot I started this blog. 32 notes Ap#3 The Guy with Two Kids…Who’s Roommate I Fucked