The warm water washes the sweat and tension of the day down the drain. Stepping out of the steam-filled bathroom, fresh and clean, I immediately feel dirty again. My one-room apartment is a chaotic landscape: clothes piled up, garbage scattered between move-out boxes left from home, and empty bottles strewn about. The faint scent of yesterday's takeout lingers in the air.
I collapse onto my bed, the sheets rumpled. After training, I'm usually too drained to go anywhere but too restless to truly sleep. My fingers fumble for the phone, tapping in tomorrow's alarm. Dozing off after training is another bad habit of mine.
I get a notification while scrolling through Instagram and ignore it. A moment later, when deciding to actually close the app, I look at it.
b.wilson followed me. The profile is private. The profile photo too small to recognize anything. So I ignore the message for now. Until I get a second message. I click on it.
Hi
Interesting profile.
My profile is literally full of trash pictures. I mostly post new tattoos and food—which, let's be real, sometimes just means cigarettes and coffee. Or an energy drink. Thrilling, I know.
do i know u??
I don't think we introduced ourselves
I offered you money
i said im not interested
how tf did u find me
Coincidence
I close Instagram so he no longer sees I'm online, which is totally unnecessary. I don't have to answer him. I don't owe him anything. So I go straight back and just keep scrolling.
What are you doing?
stop texting me
I feel the need to drink. I run into the kitchen and open a beer. I turn on some music. I open the window on the noisy street and sit down on the window sill, watching the drunk people laughing and stumbling. I wonder if I walk just as stupid as them when I'm drunk. Very possible. I've often been so drunk I couldn't even walk straight.
I take a sip and think about this one time I have been so drunk I couldn't find home and I laugh about myself. My phone vibrates and displays another message on Instagram. I mean, not that I was waiting for it...
What kind of porn do you watch?
"What the fuck," I whisper to myself and lean back, opening the message. Since I'm bored and kind of in a good mood I answer.
straight
Why?
i prefer girls
Is that so?
I can still hear how much you liked sleeping with a guy.
I press my jaw together. Okay. He got me.
You should try some
try what
Gay porn
ur annoying
And you're still replying.
im just bored
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