Random molestation (but it’s not molestation if there is consent)

Despite being such a quirkyalone sometimes, I can be quite a social whore. Some people know me as being extremely outgoing, and rash with certain things. This is simultaneously a source of joy and embarrassment for me.

The other day I met up with one of my posses to hang out in the streets. One of them brought along this younger blond gentleman who just graduated from high school. I most definitely prefer guys with darker hair (i.e. chocolate brown) but it’s not like I am close-minded to everyone else. It rained quite heavily and we ended up heading over to a friend’s house.

The naivete of the blond kid amused me, so much so indeed. While we were still out, he had asked me to pick out CDs from him from this quaint little store, and he went with my obscure tastes 100%. But in a way I guess I admired his open-mindedness.

When we arrived at the friend’s house, we started to talk about philosophy. Being in a science program rarely gives me the opportunity for such mental delight, so I was quite intrigued. It was like intellectual foreplay.

Thanks to my touchy female friend, our intellectual conversation ceased and the three of us started randomly touching each other, not in a remotely sexual way though. It was weird. And quite funny. I randomly happened to say “My back hurts” and I got possibly one of the greatest back rubs in my life from the gentleman, which was weird and funny and quite amazingly delightful. Eventually, my touchy female friend left the room to go downstairs to get the pizza, I shortly made out with the blond guy. It was interesting because his lack of experience was obvious, but he was passionate. It lasted about a minute or two, then there was a sense of relief due to the fact that I was glad to get that unresolved sexual tension out of the way.

Later we returned to our normal ways and ate pizza. I pretended that nothing had happened with an indecent amount of ease. Although later that night, I came back home feeling guilty. It’s been a couple of days, and I’ve been feeling guilty still. If this feeling persists, I might have to ask that young douche out. I meant that in the most affectionate way possible.