sorry. How can I make it up to you?
CC95
you can fuck right off
Me
come on. What can I do? Bring you another pie?
CC95
take a selfie in your cabin so I know you’re not creeping around here
Uh-oh. That’s not going to work at all.
Me
now now, weren’t you the one who was creeping around my cabin just last weekend?
CC95
we’re not talking about that
Me
fine, butI’m not at home
CC95
where are you? Take a picture now or I’ll think you’re under my bed
Me
okay
I’ve still got the one problem. I’m in a freezing cold fucking alleyway across from her building, and I really don’t want her figuring out that I’m right outside. Maybe she wasn’t super observant when I first sent the pie picture on her own kitchen counter, but she’ll pay more attention to the next image.
I dash around the corner and jog a block and a half before ducking into O’Connor’s. She might recognize the bar she was just at, so I head straight for the men’s restroom. This probably won’t help me avoid appearing creepy, but it’s the best idea I’ve got.
I lock myself in a stall and strip off my coat. I slip my arm out of the left sleeve of the henley I’m wearing and push it up, allowing me to take a picture of one full arm and half my chest. She’s already seen my forearms, but my left bicep has an image of a bear standing on its hind legs with its teeth bared. It takes a few tries to get a picture where I’m flexing my ab muscles just so, which makes me hate myself more than a little.
I send it.
CC95
what the fuck was that. I didn’t say to strip
and are you in a bathroom stall? Seriously, what the fuck are you doing tonight
Me
no other comment on the picture?
CC95
what’d you want me to say? Okay, I’ll try.
nice tat
