trial by fire

One day before DC declared a city-wide emergency and closed all businesses, I decided I should sleep with my hook up buddy one last time. Maybe it was the the world burning around us, but we had the best time yet. After months of thinking I had zero feelings for this man, turns out it took the apocalypse to make me feel otherwise.

After four hours of hanging out and having a grand old time, we said good-bye thinking maybe we could keep this going before things get super serious. I texted him letting him know I was down if he was. Little response was given, but it was okay I was still running off the high of great evening together.

Turns out, this was just the optimal time to ghost me. I guess our magical connection on Thursday was just the pre-pandemic feels. Looks like no quarantine sex for me!