Okay so, second tinder hookup I've posted about on Reddit. It was pretty great, surprisingly wholesome. Lewdness incoming.

A while ago, I stumbled across this goth-ish looking girl on tinder. Goth may not be correct— she wears a lot of black, and has black hair, but it's more like a black magic or witchcraft aesthetic? She's told me all kinds of interesting stuff about witches in her family history, it was honestly really neat.

That's another thing. We talked a LOT before meeting up. She was very hesitant to follow through with this type of thing, but by the time we did, I felt as though we were friends, like we really got along and had a connection, which made the whole thing very exciting. She's a genuinely sweet girl.

Goth girl goes to a college near me, and still lives with her father, so we eventually set up a plan: she tells her father that she's going out with friends after school, and one of them will drop her off that night. In reality, I'll pick her up after school, and we'll have the evening to ourselves.

I pull up to get her, and this is the first time I'm seeing her in person. She's cute. She's wearing black jeans, black boots, a loose black sleeveless top, and she's carrying a black leather jacket. I'm already dying to get her jeans off, but I play it cool.

She brings cookies for me, that she made herself. They were amazing. I really can't say enough good things about this. It was just so sweet and unexpected.

We get to my place, and I've already set a nice mood up. Background noise, nice lighting. We talk... And talk, and talk. We get along really well, and it just flows. She's sitting on the edge of my bed, and I'm leaning against a wall. Then the conversation slows down, and we have an exchange that went something like this:

Me: "I'm having a great time just talking to you." Her: "I haven't forgotten why we're here."