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What was once seen as a cause for social stigma is now a general fact of being a single adult. And I had been one of those for the better part of a year now. The lack of distraction was nice at first. I was finally making time to pursue my dreams, hone my skills as it were.

I was getting shit done. Kicking names and taking ass. But, as most carbon-based lifeforms are wont to do, I eventually began to long for the company of a ificant other. I began my search for the future Mrs. The night that I found myself explaining to a girl who Paul McCartney was, I finally decided that it was time to put aside all of my preconceived hang-ups about online dating and make myself an OKCupid profile.

Though, I did tell my real name to every girl I planned to meet up with IRL and even warned them that there was a good chance our date would end up the subject of a bizarre story on the internet. Surprisingly, none of the women were scared off by this prospect and a few of them even thought it was kind of cool. The first one who agreed to go on an actual for-real-life date with me was this girl named Candice. Our profiles had an extremely high match-percentage and she was, for all intents and purposes, perfect: well-read, good sense of humor, super hot… The whole nine.

Needless to say, I really liked Candice and she seemed to genuinely dig me as well… That is until she stopped returning my phone calls. I had waited the appropriate three days after our first date to contact her. We had bonded over our mutual love of the character Joey from Friends and I was sure that this reference would do the trick but there was still no response, which left me feeling kind of hurt and more than a little confused.

I thought our initial date had gone really well but I eventually managed to shrug the whole thing off. The fact that my OKCupid inbox was currently brimming with replies from other potential matches helped me to get over my initial feelings of rejection rather quickly.

Alabama agreed to meet me for dinner at an Italian restaurant near my apartment complex and the date started out well enough. Alabama considered this as we took our seats and then shrugged. The waiter took our drink order and then I suggested that we split the pesto pasta because I loved, it but the servings there were too huge for me to finish by myself. When we were done eating, I walked Alabama back to her car and ask if she wanted to go get a drink. She said she did and so I asked her if she had a particular location in mind.

Then I saw Alabama standing there in just her bra and panties and immediately forgot what I was saying. Those words are, verbatim, what Alabama said to me. I swear to god, it was like I had somehow stumbled through a portal into Porn Land. For those of you unfamiliar with the intricacies of String Theory, allow me to explain:.

Before we got too ahead of ourselves pun intended , we switched positions and I spent the next ten minutes or so eating her out while allowing myself enough time to regain my composure after such an intense blowjob. By this point, she was rhythmically moaning in time with each flick of my tongue and just as I thought she was about to come, Alabama patted me on my head and I glanced up to see a look on her face that was so clear, I could read it like a road-….

I held out for as long as I could and made sure to get her off at least once before finally giving in. We had made our way into the bedroom by this point and I mumbled an apology as I pulled out of her and collapsed onto the bed. I heard the distinctive hollow pop of a pharmaceutical bottle opening and then Alabama turned back to me, holding out half of an orange pill. Learn more about Thought Catalog and our writers on our about . You may unsubscribe at any time. Which is why I was hoping you could help me out.

Because that was MY catalyst. By this point, she was rhythmically moaning in time with each flick of my tongue and just as I thought she was about to come, Alabama patted me on my head and I glanced up to see a look on her face that was so clear, I could read it like a road-… NEXT STOP: Bone City. About the author When Joel isn't writing creepy-ass short stories, he can be found scripting and acting in subversive comedy sketches on YouTube.

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