The Lumbersexual Poly Vegan was supposed to meet her for food on Friday, but a clusterfuck of miscommunication had caused them to postpone until Saturday. Even though she tried to get him to grab a beverage or something before, he kept shooting down all her ideas. Fussy once really provoked, she became irritated with all his prior communications. He seemed to always want to meet up, but once it really came down to it, he was just downright wishy washy about it.
He was staring out into the river as she approached him, so she had to say his name to get him to turn around. He jumped at her voice, and she wondered if she was shrill or if he was just nervous.
He immediately started walking, and she struggled for a moment to find which stride would be best to keep up. Being the short one always had it's drawbacks, and he didn't notice or care to slow down. It was as if he already wanted to get this over with.
Fun.
She proceeded to start about a million conversations with him. She asked him about the movie he had seen, how his polyamory worked with 4 different people. His family's cabin up at the lake, STDs and how scary they could be. He gave limited answers to her questions, and didn't ask her any. She suspected he was high as a kite, because he never really removed his sunglasses.
They rounded the corner where to the right of the path it sloped sharply down to the river. She felt herself get slight vertigo, and she slowed down enough that he noticed.
"Want to turn around?" The first sentence he'd uttered since the walk started.
"Yeah, this seems like far enough."
Once they reached her apartment, they shared a tepid hug before he took off, never to be heard from again.
Another bullet dodged.
