He decided early on that we could never be a thing. So I was surprised and suspicious when he reached out to me. Not for long. Soon he was telling me his financial woes. We took turns buying rounds as I waited for him to ask me for money. But he didn't. Soon we were in the alley trying to decipher the graffiti on the walls of the hipster bar. Suddenly we were all over each other. It was intense. It was angry. It was fucking hot! He lifted me up just high enough for him to get inside me. I could hear the people inside the bar through the wall—and just a few feet away on the street. When it was over, we went our separate ways. We haven't seen each other since. Whenever I pass that bar, I think of him and get a little turned on. "ANDREA"