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Finding myself in boots that were definitely not made for walking, I realized that the bar we had just left was half the distance of walking all the way home. I also knew that there was a group of friends I grew up with that I could easily join, so I wouldn’t be sitting at the bar alone.

Within minutes of walking in the door and planting myself at a center table, I caught the eye of a familiar face in the corner. He held my gaze for a second longer than normal, and I looked away. We played this game of grown-up peek-a-boo three times before he finally waved me over and my suspicions were pleasantly confirmed. It was Soccer Stud, a professional soccer player who also happens to hold the title of My First Orgasm.

He and his best friend were sitting with two other girls, so I did my best not to be intrusive- I even refused to sit until invited, protesting that I didn’t want to interrupt what looked like a double date. The girls were friendly and laughed it off, telling me not to be silly, and that old friends should of course have a chance to catch up. Soccer Stud and I exchanged sly glances, silently agreeing that there was no reason to correct her assumption. Besides, still dressed in game-day appropriate attire I’m sure I didn’t appear much of a threat.

I certainly didn’t consider myself one, and as the night wound down to a close, I walked outside planning to say my goodbyes and call it a night. This was until Soccer Stud leaned in to give me a hug and whispered “What are you doing in ten minutes? We have to drop the girls off but I’d love to see you.”

Shocked, I pulled away and did a quick gut check. “Aren’t you going home with [random girls’s name] tonight?” I asked. The last thing I wanted to do was negate my actions by making one girl’s night and ruining another’s, throwing off the entire space-time-hook-up continuum “Nope,” he said, “I’m just out because my buddy wanted to see her friend and I’m a good wing man. I was planning on going home even before I ran into you.”

This is when it clicked- I had walked through the streets alone in order to give Cali some privacy and get to this point, and he had spent the evening entertaining in the interest of his best friend. The karma gods were rewarding us for putting ourselves second, so who was I to argue? I agreed to stall for ten minutes to wait for his call, and began to walk in the general direction of home, contemplating what his final score would be that evening.

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