StickUM92: It isn’t extracurricular. It’s my job.
NerdGirl1025: Your job.
StickUM92: Yeah. I’m gonna regret telling you this, I think. But I play hockey. Professionally.
NerdGirl1025: Oh.
StickUM92: I’m guessing that wasn’t a good oh.
NerdGirl1025: I just haven’t had a lot of good experiences with professional athletes. I’ve met a few, and they’ve all turned out to be assholes, StickUM.
NerdGirl1025: Not that I’m automatically assuming you’re an asshole. Or that you’ll turn into one.
NerdGirl1025: I shouldn’t lump everyone into a general category based on one detail.
NerdGirl1025: But it’s difficult, when all of my experiences are shouting at me that hockey is a red flag.
NerdGirl1025: I bet you have other red flags, though. You probably hate cats. Or sleep with socks on. And only have missionary sex in the dark.
NerdGirl1025: Oh my word. Can I delete a message in here?
StickUM92: Nope. And I already saw it. You’re cute when you ramble.
NerdGirl1025: You’re assuming I’m cute.
StickUM92: I know you’re cute.
StickUm92: I like cats. All animals, really. I don’t sleep with socks on. If you must know, I sleep in boxers.
StickUM92: And I’ll fuck you anyway you want me to.
StickUM92: Shower.
StickUM92: Counter.
StickUM92: Wall.
StickUM92: Car sex isn’t fun, but I can manage.
StickUM92: But NerdGirl?
NerdGirl1025: (blushing) Mmmhmm?
StickUM92: You promise me you’ll do what I say when I finally get you wrapped around me?
NerdGirl1025: Oh my.
StickUM92: I think you will. You’ll be my good girl, won’t you?
NerdGirl1025: This conversation went off the rails so quickly.
StickUM92: No, darlin’. This is exactly where we were supposed to go. And for that reason, I think it’s important for you to know my name, because at some point in the near future, I’m gonna make sure you scream it.
NerdGirl1025: I don’t need to know your name. I highly doubt we’ll ever meet, StickUM. You’re in Texas. I doubt I’ll ever get there.
StickUM92: I’m from Texas, but I don’t live there.
StickUM92: I live in Colorado.