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Tuesday October 15th 2019
Who: Brad and Peter
What: A first date
Where: Danvers
When: Six p.m.
Rating: Probably PG 13
Since last week, Brad had been thinking about his night with Peter, and about what had happened before they went out. He had been thinking a lot about Lloyd, too, and where that was going, and what he had concluded was that he was thinking too much and he needed to just do something about it. If he was thinking so much about Peter, then he should see if it went anywhere with him. After all he wasn't married to Lloyd, and it wouldn't be cool for him to just write Peter off just because of someone else. So he would take him out, and see where it went (if it went anywhere).
He tried his best to be prompt, but Brad wasn't really the "prompt" type so he was running a few minutes late when he did finally show up at Peter's door, straightening his jacket and checking that he had his wallet and his lip balm in his pockets. Giving a quick rap with his knuckles, he checked his breath, then took in a slow lungful of air. This was going to be fun. No pressure, no need to worry. He and Pete always had fun anyway, so even if there wasn't any chemistry tonight, at least they'd have a good time.
What: A first date
Where: Danvers
When: Six p.m.
Rating: Probably PG 13
Since last week, Brad had been thinking about his night with Peter, and about what had happened before they went out. He had been thinking a lot about Lloyd, too, and where that was going, and what he had concluded was that he was thinking too much and he needed to just do something about it. If he was thinking so much about Peter, then he should see if it went anywhere with him. After all he wasn't married to Lloyd, and it wouldn't be cool for him to just write Peter off just because of someone else. So he would take him out, and see where it went (if it went anywhere).
He tried his best to be prompt, but Brad wasn't really the "prompt" type so he was running a few minutes late when he did finally show up at Peter's door, straightening his jacket and checking that he had his wallet and his lip balm in his pockets. Giving a quick rap with his knuckles, he checked his breath, then took in a slow lungful of air. This was going to be fun. No pressure, no need to worry. He and Pete always had fun anyway, so even if there wasn't any chemistry tonight, at least they'd have a good time.