Hm. Okay, so…Nick. The hottest guy in all of my classes that first semester at FSCJ. The next semester he was in my film class. We always talked in that class because we knew each other from the other class and I had helped him to pass. (“You seriously saved my ass in geography,” he told me, to which I replied, “Awesome; I want to be a superhero, so that works out.”) He started calling me “40 Pages” after I turned in the script in our film class, and we’ve talked online late late at night on many occasions…but we still don’t really know each other…. I guess that’s all the background information that’s needed.
I was going to spend all day making out with this guy on the beach tomorrow. No commitments, no strings attached, no guilt involved. It actually sounded like fun, just a one-day sort of thing that you only really read about in books or see in crazy rom-coms…fortunately, another friend was online at this time and pointed out how degrading to myself this would be and completely talked me out of it.
I don’t know why I felt the need to write this in here. I don’t know. It was really fun to think about for a while. A one-day thing with a really hot almost-stranger…hmm.
Oh, I don’t know. I’m weird.