I was at a bar and a guy was pretty drunk and talking about how his gf didn’t like him and was always picking on him and never wanting to touch him. I felt for the guy he was handsome enough and seemed genuinely hurt. I was tipsy too and I told him I’d touch him. He laughed and said where and I said anywhere but preferably
somewhere we wouldn’t be interrupted. We ended up finding a quiet corner, and as we talked more, the connection between us grew stronger. I could see the pain in his eyes, and for a moment, we found solace in each other’s company. It was a fleeting escape from our respective hurts, a brief moment where we both felt understood and desired.
