Die a lonely guy ♡ Weekman

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The same day💫
Brendon🌙

I was never one to date people. Call me a slut if you want to, but I only like to sleep with people.

Don't get me wrong, I think whoring around is bad. Although I have to satisfy my sexual desires somehow. I don't like dating. Mainly because in my mind I believe it'll somehow end, no trying to stop the inevitable.

I'm aware that's a bad mindset, but what can I do about it?

Although, a boy has changed my mind a bit. His names Ryan Seaman. There's something about him I find so intriguing & irresistible. Maybe I do just want to fuck him & leave. But somewhere inside I kind of want a relationship. It's a terrifying thought.

Speaking of Ryan, I finally see him sitting at a bench, with a cat. When I approach them the cat looks at me & I'm just realising how precious cats look.

"Hey Ryan! Cute cat." My voice is casual yet confident, just so I don't intimidate him. I'm used to the whole first date scenario.

I sit down next to him & smile back at him when he looks at me with an adorable grin. "Hey Brendon."

He didn't seem to be nervous about our first date, which was great. This Ryan Seaman looks like an emotional yet tough dude. Which is very hot, by the way.

"So.. Brendon, got any talents?" Ryan seemed so pure in that moment. He sat there petting a black cat while asking his date a simple getting-to-know question.

"Most people would saying being able to play instruments is unique. But I think it's normal. That's pretty much the only 'interesting' thing about me. What about you?"

"I play the drums. My buddy Dallon is pretty good at acoustic guitar & singing. I guess I know lots of talented people." This boy is too fucking pure.

Wait.

He said Dallon. As in Dallon Weekes, the last man I ever dated? It's a relatively small town, how many Dallon's could there be? Hmm, I never thought about dating Dallon again...