an incorrect assessment of my true motive.
i was in champaign for the weekend.
made excellent time driving (160 miles in 2 hours). saw some old friends, made some new ones. harrassed the roommates. went out to dinner. paid a bill. dranks some beers. saw LAX (let's be honest, he was pretty much my sole reason for going down there in the first place).
and everything was going perfectly until LAX says to me, while we're in the car, en route to get post-beer gyros, "can i ask you a question? are you just in this...whatever we have...for sex?"
...and then my stomach dropped into my shoes.
he thinks i am a user.
oh jesus fuck, this is very bad. :(
made excellent time driving (160 miles in 2 hours). saw some old friends, made some new ones. harrassed the roommates. went out to dinner. paid a bill. dranks some beers. saw LAX (let's be honest, he was pretty much my sole reason for going down there in the first place).
and everything was going perfectly until LAX says to me, while we're in the car, en route to get post-beer gyros, "can i ask you a question? are you just in this...whatever we have...for sex?"
...and then my stomach dropped into my shoes.
he thinks i am a user.
oh jesus fuck, this is very bad. :(