So I had this friend, and we were kind-of sort-of about to start dating. He and I had been talking about a card game and I asked him to teach me how to play. It's a pretty expansive card collection worth quite a bit of money, so he keeps it in his room, away from his room mates and thier dogs.

Cool, an excuse for us to be in his bedroom alone. We both had some other ideas going on at the time.

Keep in mind, this dude is fine. Tall (6'4), tatted, wonderful kisser, amazing eyes. The sparks were flying. We'd been crushing on eachother for the last decade and only recently reconnected.

We get there, I walk into his room,

And bruh.

We have the same purple comforter and bed set.

He then tells me his ex picked it out.