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I swiped right on this guy, we'll call him Sean. When he suggested we meet at one of my favorite karaoke bars, I was pretty sure he was the one. Later, when he told me "everyone here tonight sounded really good, including you," I could have sworn I was in love.
So, I walk in for my Tinder date and see him. He looks like his photo - tanned complexion, flannel shirt, sideburns. I'm screaming hot with a capital H.
We realize we know each other.
Sort of.
We'd gone to the same high school, but he's younger than me. His brother was in my class and had been my date for the Junior Prom!
We finished our last songs, me singing Cowboy Take Me Away and Sean singing something I don't remember.
Then, I let him take me home.
Not to mine, mind you. Nor to his.
He called my cell when we were almost there, and he told me to park on the street. Just in case his PARENTS woke up, so they wouldn't spot a car in their driveway.
He sneaked me in through the back entrance, most conveniently located to the stairs that led to his childhood bedroom.
We hung in bed, the television in his room turned on with the sound supersuperlow, for some white noise, I suppose.
I had to be uber quiet because, as he informed me in a whisper, his dad was a really light sleeper.
We survived without getting caught. I suppose I like to live dangerously. I guess Sean does, too. We had a few other encounters, but thankfully none involving his parents - more to come.
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