He thought John looked even hotter in person rugged black hair and scruff, a strong physique…he had seen naked pictures and knew he was hairy under those clothes. Besides, no offense, but I don’t give my address out to people who might flake.” He turned out of the parking lot, “You still want to do this?” He got into the car and buckled his seatbelt, “Thanks for picking me up,”
In that moment, John felt the urge to fart. Maybe he was second guessing? Whatever nerves had caused him to pause, he dropped them and walked toward John’s car, a slight tremble in his steps. He was scanning the parking lot for John’s car, and when he saw it, he paused. He was short, a scrawny nerdy looking guy with blond hair and glasses, not too shabby an outfit. He stepped off the train, just as he said he would. John sat in his car, waiting for the guy who had reached out to him. John got up, grabbed his coat, and left his house. If the guy who emailed him was serious about this, he would be getting off the train at 3:15. He looked up at the clock and saw the time. John was sitting at his armchair in his living room, thinking for a long while.
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