I'll keep this short. We spent 3 days texting, and this dude was incredibly tall and funny. We were supposed to meet on Thursday, but he decided he couldn't wait (who can blame him) and wanted to see me on Wednesday. We met, had some drinks (I had several, he had none) and decided I was too intoxicated to walk home alone. As you can probably foresee by now, he came inside to see my apartment. [Now kids, if you've ever wanted a reason to not drink, let this be your lesson.] He started kissing me and it was awful. He tried to take it to the next level and that was worse than awful for two reasons: one, he was terrible at this and two, he made me realize that height can no longer be an indicator for... things. Maybe he was friends with KC.
Needless to say, I cancelled our Thursday date and asked him if had any interest in dating because I was not into just hooking up. He said, 'I think we are looking for different things.' Translation: He was looking to hook up and I was not into having to look for things.
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