At the time I was 31 years old, and visiting a friend in NYC. One day I started chatting up a match on tinder. She was 45 years old and visiting NYC f...r work. She told me that she was staying at a really nice hotel on the lower east side and was looking for her first random hookup after a messy divorce. Whether that was true or not I still don’t know but to be honest I didn’t really care. Around 9 pm she wrote me asking if I’d like to come to her hotel room and smoke a joint with her. I agreed,. Dr Geringer was holding my hand and looking into my eyes."What happened Doc?" I tried to ask, incoherently.There was a tube in my throat and I could not be understood. There were bandages on my face covering everything below my eyes."I am glad to see you are waking, Mr. Tenari. We have had great success. How do you feel my dear?" he asked."I feel like crap!" I tried to mumble. But the tube made it incomprehensible.My dear? I wondered to myself... What's that all about? I pointed to the tube and. One of the girls was a blonde with her hair in ponytails, and the other was dark haired and wore her hair down with cute bangs. The blonde wore shorts and knee socks pulled up to her knees, a pink shirt with sneakers. The other wore cute sandles and Tim noticed that it looked like the little girl just got a pedicure because her toes were neatly painted with red nail polish. He also noticed that she wore what looked to be a short skirt that showed a lot of her legs and a light blue sweater that. He defiantly had a lot going for him. OK, so I had thought about us getting together several times and did have strong feelings for him, but he never really showed the same signs. We were just friends. It was the Friday before winter break. I had just changed into sweats and a tank top after getting home when he said we should have a movie night. So I walked over to his apartment. Everything was the same as usual, same greeting and joking. Nothing out of the ordinary. We sat down on the floor.