Let me set the scene:
My girlfriend and I broke up for a couple months a couple years ago because I was a complete fucking asshole at the time. I have depression/anxiety/etc and there would be times where I would be mad at the world so naturally I'd snap at her. I was really controlling too. She couldn't take it anymore so she texted me at one in the morning saying its done. So throughout that whole summer, I was just in a terrible terrible place to the point I even spent time in a behavior hospital. She was the first and only person I've had sex with to this day. That's basically a long-winded way of saying I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE HOW CASUAL SEX WORKS.
So I started reaching out to my friends to hang out. One night, a friend of mine who goes to the local party college tells my best friend and I that there's something going on at school. So we go and it turns out its a freshman beginning of the year thing where people meet each other and shit. So my best friend and I say this is lame, the third friend agrees, and we head out to the beach to smoke a blunt over the cliffs. So we're at the top of the cliffs and as the blunt is ending, I seperate myself from the group and just sit on the edge of the cliffs where a little trail begins that leads down to a lower cliff that's closer to the water. Im sitting there just thinking about life and I see a girl having trouble walking up. I offer to help her, she says she's fine, but we start talking as she's walking up. As she gets to the top, she sits next to me, we talk some more, and I end up getting her number. She's new to the city so she doesn't really know anybody. Eventually we set up a date to hang out and she invites me over to her house where her dads happen to be out of town.
So I get ready, shave and all that because I was always under the impression that women hate body hair, and make my way over. I get there but she's sick so she just wants to get something to eat and hang out at home. "EVEN BETTER," I think to myself. So we go to five guys and take our food to go. We come back, eat, and just talk. To start the night off right, I stain my goddamn white Polo Bear shirt from the burger. This is my fault but I'm not really the type of person to make the first move. I always hear girls talking about guys being too touchy or just wanting them for sex so that instilled in me never to make the first move because I dont want to seem like a fucking rapist. Couple that with being shy as shit and having a bad self-esteem, it makes sense why I only have had sex with one person. So throughout the whole night we talk. I don't even remember about what but we just talk. We make our way onto the couch and this is where I think this is it. Im about to get some. We sit down and she puts a pillow between us. Idk why or if she did it on purpose but she did. In my head, its all gone downhill and everything is lost but not quite. Later on, she tells me its getting too late and she's tired so I make my way towards the door. As I get to the door, she asks me one more thing.
"I have a bunch of sandwiches from work. Wanna take some home?"
You're goddamn right I want to take some home. I love sandwiches. So i walk to my car with a starbucks bag full of their sandwiches and drive into the night. I may not have gotten any sex but I got five sandwiches. Even better.
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