I've been on hella dating apps and decided to meet up with one dude I had been talking to for about two weeks. In my head I'm like he could be a serial killer but in real life I just wanted him to slaughter my guts. 

so we decide to meet up one day and go to a park. I didn't care where we went as long as something happened. so I'm at the mall with my gang and he texts me saying how he's on the way. 

I'm all hype and ready because of...dick.

he pulls up in this neon green KIA and I don't judge but I was judging. he's driving asking me shit he obviously doesn't care because I know I didn't care but whatever. I legit kept looking towards his pants the whole time. Something in me snapped and I couldn't take it anymore.

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