big stutter

I met him at a gay bar, and I just sat there quietly, watching him talk away one person after another without saying a word.

Occasionally I can meet his eyes, so I witnessed his process from clear to foggy.

After finishing his drink in one gulp, he staggered to his feet and shot me a sideways look before walking out the door.

I understood, and my heart was rippling.

After a distance, I followed him to the bus stop a little in front of the gay bar.

He doesn't move, I don't move.

On the surface, he pretended to be a passerby who was also waiting for the bus.

In fact, there was a dark tide in my heart. I was afraid that I would make a mistake, and I was hesitating whether I should go with him if he really asked me out.

I'm not that easyboy.

But I don't want to miss this heartbeat.

At least get his wechat before he gets in the car.

Just thinking about it, he moved.

He reached out to hail a taxi, then turned his head and said to me in a panic: "You, want, and, me, go, home?"

The speed of speech is very slow, it feels like centuries have passed, and it feels like just a blink of an eye.

My heart exploded, but I probably only hesitated for 0.1 seconds before deciding to go with him.

A false case of desire over reason.

I'm really not that kind of casual person, because I always think that if I follow strangers, I may be dismembered, I may be infected with AIDS, I may meet my wife, or I may be fucked and then thrown out the door .

In short, everything is possible, so I'm afraid, I deserve to be mediocre.

But in my opinion now, this brain fever may be predestined, it is the old man who appeared and performed his duties to lead me to the red line.

I thank Yuelao.

After getting in the car, I had a brief regret that he was so quiet, so quiet that I thought I was carpooling with him instead of having an exciting one-night stand soon.

I'm not good at socializing, and when I go to gay clubs, my friends often invite me to accompany me.

But I still bite the bullet and want to get closer to him.

He just looked at me with his nice eyes: "Come on, home, let's talk."

Still word for word.

I didn't doubt the way he spoke, and even thought he was so cold and cool.

A man in love is always irrational. (probably)

After getting off the car, he was still very indifferent to me. I was afraid that he would not let me in. It would be very embarrassing, it would become a shadow of my life, and I would not be able to find a partner.

Fortunately, he has a conscience.

I followed him into the door. His house was not the cold and cold style I imagined. Instead, it was warm and warm, and it was very tidy, which surprised me.

I could clearly feel his drunkenness, but the first thing he did when he got home was to pour me water.

Very polite, good impression upup.

But am I here as a guest?

For someone who is enthusiastic, now he has already hugged and gnawed, and then gnawed and gnawed into the bathroom or bedroom.

As a party, I was panicked.

He sat next to me after pouring the water, and I wondered if he wanted me to initiate, so I moved a little towards him.

He turned his head and stared at me, and it took a long time before he said: "You...you...would you...dislike...dislike me...is...stuttering?"

This was the first time I heard him stutter, and I was honestly shocked.

I have never heard of stuttering in real life, let alone such a handsome guy would be stuttering (I don't mean stuttering is bad).

During the few seconds I was in a daze, he got up and wanted to leave somewhat disappointed.

I suddenly became anxious. I didn't feel that stuttering was a shock, it was just a shock.

Subconsciously stretched out her hand, pulled him back, and unexpectedly kissed him.

He didn't respond, neither responded nor protested.

I gnawed on his mouth with the three-legged cat kissing technique I learned in the past twenty years.

About 1 minute later, I still didn't wait for his response, and I was a little tired.

I'm not a proactive person, I swear this is the most proactive I've ever done.

Just when I wanted to give up, my mouth suddenly tasted a bitter and salty taste, and I decisively ended this uncomfortable kiss.

Then I saw him crying and staring at me blankly.

My expression is probably not very good-looking, after all, I was shocked several times in one night.

The first reaction was to comfort him, and as soon as his hands touched his shoulders, his hands embraced me.

Since I was shorter than him and he didn't bow his head, the scene where he was supposed to be holding me and crying turned into me crying in his arms.

He really cried so loudly, I felt so distressed, and really wanted to know what could make a hunk fall into the arms of a strange man in pain.

Then he told me about his relationship with his ex.

That day was the third day they broke up.

I am a person who likes and is very good at listening. I will answer the conversation at the right time and comfort me appropriately.

At the same time, I am also a very patient or tolerant person. Of course, if there is a handsome guy crying in your arms, no matter how slow he speaks, I believe you will be as patient as me. (Except for his asshole ex)

I listened to him for a long time that day, and we didn't switch to bed until he said it was cold.

He was a little drunk and spoke very freely.Not only about the ex, but also about his childhood, university, work, many, many.

Therefore, I knew a lot of secrets about him on the first day we met (it can't even be called an acquaintance).

Some things are of a level that can be contributed to the Douban Ha group, and it is also a must-kill weapon for me to annoy him in the future.

We didn't do it that day. He said he was tired and fell asleep in my arms.

I kissed furtively several times, and had no other desires.

Before I fell asleep, I was thinking, I am still a good kid who has never had a date.

Then when I was half asleep and half awake, a word suddenly popped into my mind: Su Pao.

Good guy, there are all kinds of words.