Date: 1/20/2019
By rettiaj
I dated this British guy who was tall and skinny and had blue eyes and was really cute. The rather unusual thing was that, the bottom half of his shins and his feet were those of a goat. He spent a good deal of time telling me how he had been bullied throughout his childhood and teenage years and how long it had taken him to accept and love himself. He then presented me with a list of reasons why having a boyfriend with goat feet was an advantage, making sexual allusions more than once. By the end of his speech I was full of admiration for him and also very horny. Unfortunately, the metro was about to close, so we had to run to catch the last train back. And then, as soon as we arrived at the platform, I realised I had forgotten my backpack in the shop I had visited earlier that afternoon. I scanned the people on the platform and saw my flatmate and asked him to borrow his phone. As I dialled the shop’s number, the train arrived. I immediately came back to my date, who was having a conversation with someone else, and smacked a kiss on his mouth before he boarded the last train.