“Okay, I know how you got in, but I’m still not sure why you are in my apartment.” I kept my distance as much as I could, but Charlie managed to inch his way down the couch to where I was standing.
“I don’t know. It’s weird. I can’t get you out of my mind. You’re like a tattoo that somehow got inked on my brain. Like the one I have here.” Charlie flexed his arm while he displayed a green celtic cross.
“Nice. I didn’t know you were Irish.” I said, hoping to get the conversation moving.
“This thing is Irish? Huh, I just thought it looked awesome.” Charlie’s goofy smile gleamed my way. If I wasn’t still so shocked, I probably would have smiled back.
“But anyways,” Charlie continued, “I think that you and I need to hook up. That way I can stop thinking about you.” Charlie got up from the couch and immediately took off his pants, leaving his big, erect, throbbing monster staring right at me, just begging for some attention.