Sure. Got a text from a girl that I randomly met at work a few months ago. I kinda ghosted her a little, she was persistent, alright, I’ll hear her out.
She laided it on thick over text, damn, this wasn’t in the simulations.
After teasing each other for days over text she hit me with the “When are we gonna hang out.”
Play it aloof.
Boom, the day comes.
I take her bar hopping, the universe aligns. We end up in a bar that has a live band playing a song we both like, alright, let’s go boys.
I dance with her under the stars on a rooftop bar, it’s just me and her outside. Across the street, on another roof top bar, the waiters are closing up shop, they see us and start clapping, whistling, and cheering for us–nice. Talk about a reality bubble, talk about “being the man of her dreams.”
Take her to another spot, we dance, and tease each other. We socialize with randoms. I give her space to talk to another person I met there, she anxiously comes to find me. Hot and cold, push and pull.
End of night, she doesn’t want me to come inside, alright why should I be offended? I make a move to leave. “Walk me to my door.” Well shit, why not.
She pulls me inside, okay, this is fun. I don’t question her behavior, confused as it appears.
“Give me like 10 minutes,”
Sounds good, I hang out, play on my phone.
Tick toc, time is up.
Lights camera action, passion and twisting bodies. It’s primal, it’s freaky, we’re animals.
That was a few days ago on Total Breakdown cycle 1. 
I feel this.
