It’s finally Saturday and I’m bored as hell.
We can meet and hang out together, enjoy each other’s company. Which, okay, I don’t get out much when I’m stuck at home.
I like a older married man—yeah, that’s my thing. We could grab dinner, talk, just slow down for a bit and—wait—then we’d just keep the conversation going like usual, not overthinking it.
I’m bored and I wanna hang out
