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Mr. Coffee, Shall We Get Intimate Again?

I learned a couple months ago to never underestimate the probability that the seemingly most impossible of circumstances can most certainly happen.

Friday Night Match Night.

What's that?

Well for the nerd community that can mean one thing: Magic the Gathering is about to get frisky.

So yes, Friday night... two months ago... I was pretty fucked up that night.  My parents were going at it and I needed to get out before someone started throwing glasses.  There's this coffee shop down the road from my house which is well within walking distance.  I had camped myself in this nice little niche in the corner of the coffee shop when I happened to spot this guy.  Oh my god was he beautiful... the man looked like a younger incarnation of Gerard Way and I was fucking smitten with him right away.  I wouldn't stop talking about him, posting about him, texting my friend Erist about him.  Over some time Erist got fed up with me constantly going on about him and made me get off my ass and talk to him.  After about 20 minutes of him and I going back and forth about it, I eventually grew a pair and got up to talk to him.

I had the perfect excuse.

"Mind if I sit and watch?"

The group gladly welcomed me to sit with them and I had won my first battle with overcoming my social anxiety.

I sat with them for the remainder of the night until about 1 am when things were beginning to die down and they were all headed home.  Over the course of the night I had managed a few short conversations with my dear Mr. Coffee, of whose name was Chance.  When the issue of it being dark and my having to walk home arose, Chance offered to give me a ride home.  Fuck's sake who was I to refuse him?  Originally, a couple of his friends were also supposed to be hitching in the truck as well, but apparently they had more in mind with how things would go with me and Chance than we did.  They ended up all getting a ride from another friend, which left myself and Chance alone in his truck for the ride back home.

Overall it was a car ride filled with awkward silence, but once we had pulled up to my house Chance took me by surprise.  He fucking kissed me.  And not only that, but things escalated... the night ended with us completely naked and spooning, running our fingers over each others' palms.

In all honesty, this was my very first consensual encounter with someone, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.  How often is it that someone is able to get frisky with someone they met at a coffee shop?  Met in a bar... maybe... but a coffee shop of all places?

And as it were Chance and I tried to date for a while, but decided that for now we should try to keep things as platonic as possible and see if we can connect on a mental field, not just physically.  As of now we're "just friends", and that's perfectly fine by me.