Discord 'n Titties (f.k.a. Males, So Many Males)

Hello hello, one and all,

So sorry for the delay, I was busy being gay (lol not really I was busy not being a virtual hoe + I'm bi). Since I can't seem to bring myself to finish the blog post about the last time I got laid in my dorm, I am going to write about the most awkward fucking thing that's ever happened to me. 

I decided to hop onto Bumble while in Texas for a month--the app barely lasted on my phone for a week--and started talking to some guys, but this particular guy was...well...interesting. We started talking on Bumble and he and I hit it off quite well, talking about Cyberpunk 2077 and all of that, but then, my friend got interested in our conversation about computers and shit (I honestly had no clue what they were talking about, since I'm not really one for technology or video games), and they exchanged Discords and whatever while the guy and I exchanged Snapchats. 

So I'm sexting this guy, right? Of course my friend and I are verrrry close, so I'm very comfortably taking titty pics in her room while she plays Cyberpunk, turns out, they were having a very intense conversation about computers and RAM storage and whatnot while I was sending him low-quality titty pics which he was allegedly jacking off to. Needless to say, I stopped sending him nudes and ghosted him the next morning. 

I'm actually really glad that Bumble didn't last on my phone for more than a week. I currently don't have the energy to entertain someone anymore, and I would prefer to spend my last week in this country talking-stage free and just live my damn life. 

That's all for now, folks, stay tuned for the aforementioned post I can't bring myself to finish just yet.

Stay safe out there, 2021 is coming soon but y'all better not be going crazy.


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