So as you may know by now, I spent my summer living and working in the deep south of America. I shared a bedroom with three others, and after a while without any form of sexual relief, I got very horny. It's 4 am and I'm lying in bed after just getting in from a night out. My three roommates are asleep (snoring quite loudly might I add for three women) and I am on Grindr searching for my Prince Charming for the night. *You have one new message* I started chatting away to some guy that was staying in the hotel, a baseball player who told me he was attending the college closest to us. He had a nice body, slick haircut, handsome face and he seemed really friendly in the messages we shared for about thirty minutes. Then he picked up the courage to ask me to go and meet him. I was still quite twisty (drunk) and I was feeling particularly eager down below so I crept out of the room and headed down the hallway quietly. We planned to meet in one of the stairwells and then we were going to go to his room for some fun. However, as I approached the stairwell I got a message from him. Listen...I need to tell you something. I'm not actually 21. I just turned 18. I'm here on vacation with my family. *Internal cringing ensues* By that time, I was already at the stairwell (which had small glass windows on them) so I peered through. Not only did the little shit lie about his age, but he looked nothing like his pictures! I'm not fat-shaming or anything, because I'm not exactly ripped myself, but he was a solid seven stone heavier in person and he looked about fifteen. This was not the guy I had been messaging! Safe to say I ran faster than I had in a while, straight back to my room and back into bed. I closed the app and locked my phone. I never did find out how long he waited there for, but the twelve messages that greeted me in the morning said enough. Y u do dis?
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