![]() Right now though, my sort-of girlfriend was the last thing on my mind. She wanted to take things slowly after a bad breakup, and I was still trying to figure out how to tell her I was bisexual. I'd been seeing Sonya for a few weeks, but we weren't exclusive and really gotten physical yet. It had been a little over a year since I'd had sex. I was looking forward to this, but also pretty nervous. We exchanged a few messages, arranged a time, and now here I was. When I hadn't heard back right away I assumed he wasn't interested, but early Sunday afternoon he had emailed back. He had posted an ad Saturday night on one of those sites that sprang up to fill the void when Craigslist killed off their personals section. I had first heard from Rick about 6 hours ago. It was only about 8:15, but the night was so dark it might as well have been midnight. I tried to make out the address in the dark, just to be sure. ![]() ![]() According to Rick's last message, he was in the last building on the end of the row. I got out of my car and started walking toward the apartments. I took a quick look up in my rearview mirror, ran my fingers through my hair, and sent a text: I pulled into the parking lot and checked my phone.
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