I met a guy about a week ago.
I met him at a party in one of the most unexpected places.
I met him because I was introduced by a common acquaintance.
I met him because even though I was hesitating to come, I know I had to make an appearance.
I met him, unaware of the fact that he had been looking at me since I came to their group to mingle.
I met him but wasn't actually expecting to meet and date or mix and match there.
I met him.
And his name is Flick.
Days passed and the time I spent communicating with him is immeasurable. He perks me up during the long lectures at Red Cross, he asks me if I already ate lunch, he tries his best to put his best foot forward. I reciprocate, I know how to be a good person. Am I ready for another bungee jumping with romance? Or love making? Or flirting? Or booking? Or intimacy? Or commitment? Or loyalty?
I don't know. But I want to know him more.
But he doesn't know I date other guys.
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