Back in college, my roommate Wanda found this guy online. Since
online stuff was still pretty new to her and meeting someone from online was
scary – and we were in college – she set up a meeting.
I use Wanda's fears as something I didn't have. I was no great expert at this stuff, that's for sure.
I use Wanda's fears as something I didn't have. I was no great expert at this stuff, that's for sure.
I went as the muscle because I’m a large-and-in-charge type
lady. I also had a group of online-only friends so I was less afeard of being
weirded out by meeting someone. You just want to avoid being killed and raped. Or raped and killed. Whatever.
Not to be outdone, her soon-to-be boyfriend showed up with
his own large-and-in-charge friend. Big dude.
We all sat down and talked in this coffee type coffee place
that was not really public – but whatever. And when the time was right, she and
her really-boyfriend walked off to have some alone time chatting without the fear of murder and/or rape.
I look to the dude across from me...
Maddie: We going to make something of this?
Him: Uh. Sure.
Maddie: We going to make something of this?
Him: Uh. Sure.
And that’s the story of how I got my first boyfriend.
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