I kept on reading the notification on Instagram from this June guy. I was juggling in my head back and forth if I should let him entertain me or not. Or should I just be friends with him. Maybe a sneaky link? Never mind, I thought to myself. Theres no reason for my to have sex with a guy. I'm not interested in messing up my ph balance for five seconds of dick and fifteen strokes. Plus I am quite certain some guys don't even be steady washing their dicks like that.

I settled on messaging him back. I was easily matching his energy without even trying. It was rare that a guy had a decent amount of mutual interests as me. He replied back to me a few minutes after and we did the cute introduction thing that I'm always interested in doing with males and we just continued to tap into each other's personality.

Two whole days went by and we were consistent on instagram. I asked him for his number and dude temporarily rejected me. I was like damn that's crazy so I gave him mine. You know I had to apply some pressure or whatever. He took that shit and messaged me real quick. I was happy that messages were sent in blue, I can't deal with a guy who's all about androids. I laughed to myself, I still got it, never lost it.

Our conversations were random and all over the place but I'm not one to text. I hate texting people. It is such a waste of time. I only like texting people on Snapchat because there's more excitement that way and things can always be made interesting on that app in five point five seconds. I'm speaking sexually. Everything I do on snapchat has sexual intentions. Like yes I would love to watch you make your dick jump. Yes, I would love to watch you beat your meat and hear you heavily breathing. Yes, send me all those angles of your dick from the side, front, top and bottom. Do I want to see your abs? Yes. Yes and yes. Do I want to see your veins flexing after you just worked out yes fucking please. I want all the receipts don't ever hold out on me, I'm a picture type of girl. Spam my fucking phone I don't mind.

I want to see him and I hope he wants to see me too. We live so close yet so far from each other based upon our busy schedules. I love a guy who isn't always available. I like craving and missing someone. It's less exciting to me always having easy access to someone, it gets so boring after a while.

I know he wants to see and tap into me in person. I don't blame him. I'm much more excited then, although I do have my moments where I seek a healthy amount of silence to boost up my social battery, but not in an awkward way of course.

I begin to think about the other guys on my line and the girls who must be on his line. I hope he doesn't ask me about that. I strongly dislike when guys ask me about other men who want me. Like where's the big dick energy? I like when they want to be my favourite, first in line, and not worrying about their competition it brings me amusement.

We have finally picked a day to hang out. It has been over two weeks since we first discovered each other's existence and I'm quite excited to meet someone new. I wonder if his personality matches up to how it is over the phone. We've hardly talked on FaceTime or sent each other anything like actual snaps of our face etc. I know he knows more about myself and my appearance than I know about him.

I begin to get nervous because I don't really know what I'm walking into when he comes to pick me up. When it comes to his looks I hope it isn't giving off what it was giving in his instagram pictures. I hope his teeth aren't crooked, or suffering with acne, or have a slur when he talks. Those are the top four major turn offs for me.

Today is finally the day. He texts me that he has arrived and I get nervous, like butterflies in my stomach type of nervous. I usually felt this way whenever I felt like something might go left but I brushed It aside and walked out of my home with confidence.

As I walk down the steps, I see him through his car window a little bit. He has huge hair which is cute to me, I like it when guys wear out their hair like that. I walk up closer to the car and he unlocks the door. I opened the door and hopped into his car and my eyes lit up. He smiled at me, a cute, shy yet welcoming smile at me. This is the type of smile that I receive that makes my smile wider and he keeps staring at me because my smile is contagious.

I kept on looking at him. He had no ache, his melanin skin was flawless. His teeth were straight. He has a little bit of a lazy eye but it's not that bad. He was skinny but I knew he worked out so I knew he was skinny in a healthy way and not in a I smoke a lot type of way.

We both said hi to each other at the same time and I giggled a little bit which made his smile grow wider and he opened his arms up to me. His arms were so long they wrapped around my body in a comforting type of way. I gave him a hug back and I may have deepened it a little bit to smell him. He smelt like laundry detergent soap, which is a slight sign that his hygiene may be proper. I was quite nervous still but i brushed it off because off we went onto our first date. 

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