AMNESIA

I tied my shoes, still breathing fast. I felt my sweat dripping down my arms as I was stretching them.

"How was it, then?" he asked.

I smiled as an answer.

"You still have to ask?" I said, slightly laughing.

He laughed back. His whole face turned red. He had blue eyes, and his long hair was hiding most of them.

"I already told you this was my first time, so I'm just making sure I didn't mess up."

Instead of giving him a comfortable answer, I reached to his cheek and gave him a kiss. His beard left my lips wet, full of salty sweat. The room was completely hot and even with the windows open it was impossible to breath.

He walked me to the door.

"So, Maurice... we'll meet again, maybe?" He asked. He was playing timidly with his 80s style fringe.

"Yeah, I'll make sure to text you."

After sharing some more words, he went back inside his apartment and I started driving back home. He wouldn't stop smiling the whole time, even after he closed the door I could still feel him doing it. He sure liked me a lot, he had made it obvious.

I opened my car's window. I was drowning in my stockpiled saliva and I needed to spit it out. I was just being polite saying those cute things, but once I could reach it, I came. It was hard, but I had to finish if I wanted to go fast. He was probably twenty years old already, and considering it was his first time, I felt sorry for him.

Once I got home and took a shower, I lied on my bed exhausted. I fell asleep instantly considering it was midnight already. I was used to staying awake pretty late, but having to pretend I liked such bad sex made me tired.

The next morning, a vibration from my phone woke me up. I put my hand behind my blanket and desperately looked for it.

There was a new notification from the same hookup app I used all the time to find casual sex. It was pretty easy for me, considering most people liked this toned, young black man. Not that I was super attractive, but that particular app was plagued by awful, lonely gay men. Finding someone with a decent body was considered a good catch.

When I opened my new message, my eyes rolled instantly. It was the same guy from yesterday. His name was Wyatt, as far as I could remember.

"Hey," he wrote.

"What's up?" I asked. I didn't care about the answer.

"Not much. You're handsome, can I see more pictures?"

Man, we fucked yesterday. What was left to see?

"Why would I do that? Didn't you get enough last night?"

"Last night? What are you talking about? I don't remember meeting you before."

"Is this a joke? Because I don't have time for that," I replied, feeling irritated. It wasn't funny at all.

"I'm asking the same question, I guess. If you're not interested just say it, though."

"No, I definitely don't wanna see you again."

"Again? You still insist with that?"

I left my phone and got up my bed ignoring his last message. What an annoying human being.

The whole day went on normal and I didn't think about that until I got back on my phone before going to bed. There was still his message, waiting to be replied to.

"Please don't try to be funny with me. I didn't like it yesterday, so there's no case for you to insist with your lie to get my attention," I wrote back, wondering why that situation was making me so mad.