Am I weird for actually getting attached to a 22 year old Pothead with a buzz cut? I met him after seeing him work at a bar in a Amc I barely frequent. After failing at trying to play it cool by buying a drink and being awkwardly flirtatious, I eventually wrote my phone number down and gave it to him.
Due to my initiative action, we went to parks together days after our first interaction. He likes old Music like Etta James and listens to cumbias like I do. He also helped me with my Spanish, and actually planned dates. It was like a dream, finally someone who was not only sexy, but funny, relatable and down to earth. But literally, LITERALLY, after going out of town for 3 days, I guess the fantasy died. When he dropped me off at the airport, I didn't expect to be dropped out of his life también. I know he's a young man, it's realistic to keep in mind that he'll obviously not be ready for something serious. Still, his buttery soft lips haunts me, the disgusting blunts he smokes lingers on his tongue, and it taste good surprisingly. I'm so glad we actually didn't have sex, sure we dry humped in his red truck (which ended up costing me in the future) but still, no oral, no hands, and no penetration.
Even though I daydreamed about it, and I was pretty loyal on my trip, thinking I was coming back home to a relationship. But alas, disappointment floored me, connecting with someone who's not ready sucks. Am I a weirdo for feeling so deep quick?