Have you ever gone to do something and knew, before you did it, that it was going to be a bad idea? Yet you did it anyway? Because you’re an idiot? Allow me to say yes to all three.

A couple of hours after I ran into Young Black Hottie in the hall, he knocked on my door and asked for my number. That way he could text me about us getting together.

So the next day we texted back and forth a bunch and then he said he was going to rent two movies on his way home from work and chill in his apartment (across the hall from my apartment). I could feel free to join him if I wanted.

So I agreed thinking “oh, this is a bad idea.” We live in studio apartments, remember. So we would already be in the “bedroom” to watch the movie.

So I shaved before I went over. My legs, not my whatchamacallit. I was planning on wearing super tight leggings to show off my finer assets so I needed my legs shaved.

I went over and we watched two movies. No idea what ones. Because that’s how I roll. I found out that he’s 23 (a freaking baby!) and has a 4 year old daughter. Not a smoker. So three deal breakers right there.

But he seemed like a nice guy. Maybe he is, I don’t know. It’s always hard to tell. Everything coming out of his mouth could have been a lie.

He seemed like he was afraid to touch me. Or like he was testing his limits? Like he was playfully touching my arms and legs. Which I’m fine with.

Can I say that he kinda intimidates me? He is a big boy, like football player big, not fat big. Like a muscular teddy bear. So I was almost afraid to touch him. Can I say that I always get kinda timid around black men?

So we got done watching both movies and he gave me a hug before I left. I was wearing thin, tight little leggings and he was wearing (I hope everyone knows what I mean) basketball shorts. He wasn’t hard but I could feel it swaying in his shorts. In a big way.

I went back home all smiles, surprised that he hasn’t kissed me or anything. Kinda of disappointed that he hadn’t kissed me, but I enjoy sexual tension. A lot.

And when he texted me a few minutes later saying “I had a good time. I didn’t want you to leave. I ran out to grab a bite real quick but if you wanna come back over you’re more than welcome to.  :-) “  I should have said I was tired. Because I was.

And I should have left well enough alone.