Last month, I did something kind of suburban white girl risque. I pulled my t*** out over my tank top, at a red light, while the guy in the truck next to me could see. I know it’s not like “I let six black guys g******** me” crazy, but it’s pretty crazy for me.

Yesterday, I went to get a new remote for my air conditioner and holy f*** the guy I had to deal with was the guy who saw my t*** at the red light. I turned a million shades of red, and was sure he didn’t recognize me. I went the whole time stumbling over words, blushing, trying to hide my t***, and then he hands me my receipt and at the top is his name (Eric), his number, and a crude drawing of t***.

He knew the whole time it was me. He just played it cool. Holy f*** he’s so s*** and I’m terrified to text him.