Hookup story: funny and strange

Hello) I want to share my story in one way funny, in another way - strange.

Hello) I want to share my story in one way funny, in another way - strange. I had been chatting with Dave for about a week on a dating site www.chicks2fuck.com. He seemed pretty cool—laid-back, funny, and we had a good rapport going. He wasn’t looking for anything serious, and neither was I, so we both knew what this was going to be. After some flirty back-and-forth, we decided to meet up at his place for what I thought would be a casual, no-strings-attached hookup.

When I got to his apartment, the first thing I noticed was the overwhelming smell of incense—like, way too much. It was as if he had tried to mask some kind of odor, but instead, it felt like I had walked into a spiritual retreat. I shrugged it off, thinking, "Hey, maybe he’s into that vibe."

He greeted me at the door, and I have to admit, he was just as good-looking in person. But what I didn’t expect was how… talkative he was. I’m not talking small talk or flirtation, I mean non-stop chatter about random things: his job, his cat, the exact process of making homemade kombucha, and, for some reason, a detailed breakdown of his workout routine. I kept nodding along, waiting for things to take a different direction, but it just kept going. The whole time, I was thinking, "Okay, any minute now, we’re gonna get to the actual reason I came here."

Finally, after what felt like forever, he suggested we move things to the bedroom. I thought, Great, finally! But the moment we got in there, things got even weirder. The entire room was covered in glow-in-the-dark stars—on the ceiling, the walls, even on his dresser. It looked like a middle school planetarium. He flicked off the lights, and suddenly, we were surrounded by glowing constellations, and I couldn’t take it seriously.

Things got going, but halfway through, his cat jumped onto the bed. And instead of shooing it away, Dave stopped what he was doing, picked the cat up, and started talking to it like it was a baby. I’m lying there, awkwardly waiting for him to finish his little chat with the cat, wondering if this was normal for him. The cat, meanwhile, was not leaving. It just sat there, staring at us like it was judging the whole situation. I couldn’t help but laugh—it was just so bizarre.

We eventually finished, but honestly, between the endless talking, the glow-in-the-dark stars, and the cat judging me the entire time, I was more than ready to get out of there. I made some excuses about needing to be up early, got dressed as fast as possible, and left.

On the walk home, I couldn’t stop laughing at how weird the whole thing had been. What started as a casual hookup turned into one of the strangest nights I’ve ever had. Definitely not uncomfortable in a bad way—just… unexpected and way too funny to ever take seriously.
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