vampire

i pick him up from the airport in a very unimpressive outfit, since we thought he'd just be taking an uber back. and there he is at terminal 3, in sweatpants and the camo jacket i’ve seen in all his instagram pictures for the past six weeks. he convinces me to get sushi because he needs sake. he’s picky and doesn’t like the way they prepared the seaweed salad or shishito peppers, but he doesn’t make a thing of it. i'm hoping he opens his food world a bit.

back in my car after dinner, with his hand on my thigh, he kisses me. he tastes like strawberries.

once at his place, he has me park but i tell him i can’t stay long, i need to get home to feed my pug. i give him ten minutes. but he’s so convincing and is all over me once we walk in. sooo...okay then.

after telling him several times i can't stay the night, we have a somewhat awkward goodbye at my car where i go to hug him as he tries to kiss me. romance isn't always well-coordinated.

i drive home, and when i get there, he texts me

great to see you, vampire


(you won't understand the text, but i do)