There's something about writing down these stories : some I can remember some things so in depth and in so much detail, though they happened decades ago by now, while some others, though far more recent, have become a source of mild confusion for me.
Case in point, the Carina story. I was dead certain that our story had begun fall 2017, and he were through by late that year, but alas - that timeline is off. Now, I can't be certain whether or not it might've actually been fall 2017 when we first met through Tinder and started talking. Probably not, it might have been just a tad later. Possibley November, pushing on December. This was a new thing to me - I had never met anyone through Tinder, and was unsure as to how things were going to play out.
Our initial interactions were nice enough that we eventually became facebook friends, and from there we'd even get each other's phone numbers. However, though, there was an initial reluctance on maybe both our parts to meet just yet. I knew I had no self confidence left in me to go meet a very good looking girl, and she had things of her own to deal with. Again, there are stories that are not mine to tell, and some details I'll just leave out.
As christmas was fast approaching, and by then we were getting more curious about one another, I asked her if she wanted me to go and meet her after work. She entusiastically said yes, and I made my wasy to where she worked - I had worked quite nearby a decade prior. We met, and I found her even more stunning in real life - tall and svelte and looking like she didn't come from this era at all, but rather had a 70's-ish aura about her. She entranced me, and all I could think about were her beautiful lips - already I felt like losing myself in them.
A while after we met, she asked me if I knew where a certain music store was, and out of the top of my head I did not, but after looking up a map for it, it was fairly easy to point her there. We went there so she could pick up a guitar she'd placed an order for. Nor for her, but rather for a 'friend'. I can tell you it was a not so inconsiderable sum to spend on a 'friend'. But theses were things I wouldn't know about yet.
After the purchase was done, we hopped on her car and she drove me home - as we were saying goodbye, and I was about to peck her on the cheek, we half kissed on the lips. I aplogised profusely, thinking that she was leaving thinking me an idiot and a creep.
Alas, it was not so - we kept on talking throughout the next few days, and on christmas night I got a surprise I could never have expected : she drove to my place, told me that she wanted to spend a few moments with me, and right here in the street I live in, we kissed for the first time.
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