You said exotic

Yes

Incomparable

Yes

Mysterious

Yes.

You know how pathetic I am.

Yes.

Do you still think all those good things?

Yes.

Fuck you Marc.

Can we talk on phone?

NO

You said, I am mysterious and that I did intense staring. Don't you know what a boring prude I am?

What does it all mean?

We can be all these and more.

I don't know.

Why are you upset?

I feel like I'm falling from a cliff. Like you pushed me.

What the actual fuck?

You want me to fly. You see me in a way that I can't see myself.  I'm not a perfect alien. Your portrait is a lie.

Tobbie.. I still have our first chat. You're the guy who couldn't handle a stranger's slight and yelled at another stranger.

Yes.

I'm not putting you in a pedestal. I know your faults.

Then?

I'm attracted to you physically. We're already emotionally compatible. It's all good.

You won't even talk about my hard on.

Well.. With all your complaints it was hard to accept you are old enough to drive.

You don't look old. How old are you?

Twenty two. Just celebrated it.

Wow. You're old.

Fuck off.

Happy birthday.

Really, how old are you?

Told you already. My twentieth birthday is around the corner.

Where is this corner exactly?

Seventeen days.

Will you go out with me?

Jesus Christ. No!

Why?

I'm having these flashbacks of our chats. I need time.

You haven't texted in ten days.

More time.

Stop stalling. What's bothering you?

You had three gay way.

That's... What's wrong?

I'm novice. Not even that. I have had exactly three kisses and one hand job. I can't go out with you.

Why are you always comparing?

Don't start your Ted talk.

Fine. It's not like I'm not surprised that you like me.

What do you mean?

I'm nothing compared to you. You're smart, got full scholarship for a bio science degree.

You're wise, patient and kind. You replied to my stupid rant the first time and every other time.

I'm an art student with nothing exciting to offer.

You are the greatest offer Marc.

Yeah, that's why I never had a boyfriend. I'm only good for one night adventures.

Dude.. don't say that. You looked confident as fuck, why are you talking this depressed.

Fake it until you make it.

So you're fake.

I told you.

no. You're not fake. You're the real deal.

Do you realize what you're doing?

What?

You're standing in for me.

Oh.

I get it now. Why do you turn everything into a lesson?

I'm a hundred year old professor.

Marc...

Mmm..

I'm smiling.

Why the fuck?

Shut up.

You really wanted to put your fingers inside my shirt.

God, yes.

If we haven't met, would we have gone out?

There's a fair chance.

I'd still have been YOUR guy for YOUR passion.

Yes. There's not much difference between your two sketches. One is your inside the other is outside. Both are exotic.

Oh my god..

But I wouldn't have been yours. Would I?

That day? I wanted to sext with you. Marc. Not the stranger from bar.

Oh my.

Can we?

Are you sure? As it is you don't want to go out with me. If we do that, I don't think I'll ever see you again.

Don't be a buzzkill.

Make a deal.

What?

We're meeting Friday. For coffee.

No.

No sexting then.

Fuck you.

Your loss, I'm an expert.

Marc....

Say yes.

Y

E

S

Thanks, bye.

Marc!!!

I'll kill you.

MARC!!!

**** End of Chat ****

Hey, babe.

Get lost.

Are you sleeping.

Yes, this is my spirit animal texting.

I had a wet dream.

Don't care.

We're at the same bar. Instead of staring at you, I walk over to you and smile, you smile back, ever so slightly.

I place my hand on your cheek, trying to feel that elusive smile. My fingers caress your face, you sigh.

I hook my finger in your jeans and pull you closer.

You cup my crotch.

NO.

Just checking.

Fucker.

Where was I?

Antarctica. Freezing your balls.

I pull you closer, you place your hands around my neck, looking down at me, face tinted, smile growing.

The pad of my little finger strokes the underside of your lip, making your smile wobble.

My finger lingers where your lips touch. You part it ever so slightly as I press on it. My other hand is on your hips, stroking the soft place where your shirt and jeans meet.

Do you like it?

Maybe.

I lean closer and whisper in your ear.

What?

Fuck me Tobbie.

I'm dead.

**** End of Chat ****