No..

Walking back into downtown, I decide I could use a snack and a drink.

It’s a nice walk. But my thoughts keep turning back to that unknown number.. I keep looking at the photo of me covered in cum, blank eyes staring..

In shame, I save both photo and video to my phone.

Coming to a favorite place I am disappointed with the lineup.

The tapas restaurant has a thirty minute wair.

“Fuck that” I say to myself and head over to the bar nearby. “The Bears Roar”, an old building converted to a bar that has some pub grub.

It’s clean, if outdated. When I step in I hear the sounds of a game on the tvs and a few people are hooting and yelling as a goal has just been scored.

Looking at the options, I can either choose a bar seat or sit down at one of the tables full of fans.