Stories of dating sex

I agreed, and started talking about my love of travel—at which point, he interrupted me to say I probably “still owned Uggs though”…

and then he LOOKED AT MY SHOES TO SEE IF HE WAS RIGHT.

After a night out, we were heading back to his (read: parents’) place and stopped into a bagel shop for drunk food.In the hour leading up to the date, my phone would not. Fifteen minutes later: “I’m getting on the subway.” Twenty minutes later: “I’m getting off the station.” Two minutes later: “I’m walking up the street.” Cool story bro, just get here.And then he did—wearing grey sweatpants and a Bob Marley t-shirt.He followed me to the store, sharing his thoughts on makeup and opinions on girls who wear too much of it all the way.We did not go on a second date.—My foray into online dating wasn’t exactly what I expected.

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