It’s about to rain, and there’s nothing better to do—so I’m leaning toward enjoying the company of an older gentleman.
We grab food, then hang out and have a nice evening. Anyway, which part—rain or the plan—feels more obvious… Wait — yeah, the plan.
Friday night, low-key and discreet. I check that vibe matters, even when the weather doesn’t.
Text me, and we’ll sort out the food and hanging out part—usually faster that way than trying to talk it all out.
