Part 2: The boy who wrote a book

I was sitting at the corner of the bar, bored. I made sure my friends knew that I was bored. We were going to a party somewhere else, but we had to wait for someone to join us. It was the last night of partying, I was a bit tired. And I achieved everything I wanted to achieve. I still wanted to go to the party, mainly to see many of my friends for a last time before I left Berlin. Anything else was only a non-important step in that direction - including the corner of that bar.

Then I saw him across the room, coming over, passing closer to me to go to the toilet or the smoking area, which are in the same general direction. He was incredibly cute, in a geeky bearish way. I wanted to kiss him almost instantly. He passed, and I knew he would have cross me again on the way back. There was no other way.

When he did, I stopped him and told him he was cute. He said I was also cute, we talked a bit and then we kissed. It was a great kiss. My friends looked at me startled, amused with how literally 5 minutes earlier I was complaining about being bored. I couldn't explain it.

We exchanged Instagram, and in the following weeks and months I started to get to know him better. We didn't really talk much, but I observed what he was doing. Not in a creepy, stalker way. I watched his stories and liked his pictures, like I did with everyone else. And, with that, I learned more about him.

He is super clever and writes things. He travels the world. He seems sweet and he's extremely interesting. 

The funniest thing about all this is that things happened in an inverted order. I normally get to know someone and become interested in them throughout the process, and as a result I become attracted to them. With him, it started with pure lust and a great kiss, and it turned into attraction, interest and a little bit of a crush.

I can't explain it. All I know is that I definitely want to kiss him again, and I hope I get to do more next time. If there will ever be a next time...

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