Yes, meet him

You're alone at a bar on your phone. It's almost 2 AM and all you're friends have gone home. You're looking at Facebook, browsing through peoples lives that seem infinitely more exiting and interesting than your own.

You think about how boring your day was. You think about how boring yesterday was.

You give a deep sigh before your thoughts are interrupted by a sharp strain in your bladder. You hastily slide your phone into your back pocket and turn to go to the mens restroom.

As you turn you bump into a large black man. He's wearing a black shirt, barely concealing his massive biceps, and highlighting his ripped muscular torso. To match he's wearing a pair of tight, blue, denim jeans, which fail completely in concealing his very obvious and large bulge. He's much taller than you, at least half a foot, and seems completely unaffected by your collision into him.

"Sorry about that" he says looking you over.

Before you reply you notice that your phone fell out of your pocket, you turn around and bend over to pick it up.

You notice him casually staring at your ass, turning your face a violent shade of red.