The first time I met Nn was while bowling. At that time, we didn’t interact much, just exchanged a simple greeting. From what I remember, she sat there all night with her head down scrolling on her phone, but I still went over to ask for her contact info—after all, you can’t let a pretty girl slip by, right?
Later we chatted for a while and talked about finding time to grab a drink. But every time she asked me out I was busy, and when I asked her she was busy… so we just set a date over a month away.
When the day finally came, that damn typhoon decided to crash the party too. I seriously started wondering, “How long is it gonna take for this date to actually happen?” In the end, it took us almost three months before we finally met up.
The day arrived, and seeing how carefully she’d dressed up, I thought, “Damn, she looks hot—it was worth the wait.” We’d booked a hotel, but as soon as we got nearby the first problem hit: no parking spots. After circling forever we finally parked, only to realize… we went to the wrong building of the hotel! We eventually found the right one, then picked the wrong floor at the front desk. The whole thing felt like an escape room—we wandered in circles before finally making it to the room.
But once we got inside, the circling stopped. We didn’t talk much, just moved straight toward each other. She climbed right onto my lap with a mischievous little smile. By then I couldn’t hold back anymore and kissed her… Guys, when you read that line, all kinds of perverted thoughts and images probably popped into your head. Don’t pretend they didn’t. Hit play and keep watching