Kapitel 5: Chapter 5

Fuck, I’d become a sham after the highly anticipated hookup made me realize it could very well be a no-go. It was a big deal because of my past refusal to have sex on Christmas, which I’d been vocal about on my blog, so I was expected to land myself an epic hookup to then detail everything as explicitly as I was known to do.

I let out a gentle sigh as I barely took glimpses at the scenery around me. The wetness and leftover snow of nature resembled my mood. Why the fuck was I sexually mourning over a possible no-go? I’d taken everything about this epic hookup so seriously that the anxiety hit me harder than I’d been ready for. If I went home after midnight with no epic hookup, I swore I’d end my blog with a final post, a dramatically sad exit that would make Joan Collins clap in tears. Okay, so, I’d lose follower after follower faster than I could say “fuck,” but I’d get over it.

Hopefully.