let's call him Finn

I've already told you about that guy last time.
let's call him Finn.

the first time we met was about 3 years ago when i was out with my friend susan during happy hour. we joined him and some friends of him. chatted, had fun.

ah, guess it's important to mention that he kinda looks like david guetta. actually not the kind of man I freak out about. and definitely not the kind of music I freak out about.
If sb ever wants to annoy him, call him David.
That's how I call him talking with my friends about him.

so, finn was kinda funny and cute. during the next weeks and months we ran into each other from time to time - there are too less fucked-up bars for me and him.
 nothing really happened except of flirting. on of my favourite sports.

then there was that big beer festival again I had been waiting for the whole year. wearing my dirndl, drinking beer, dancing and singing - and all that socially approved. I'm not talking about parties at night, we start before daylight. he joined us at about noon when all of us had already drunk 4 mass of beer (not radler, that's for pussies... having one doesn't equal being one). there was this friend of mine, pete, who's really nuts about susan. he tried to get off with her so hard while she was just playing with him because she knew she could have him easily. so finn and i were sitting next to them and couldn't watch that scene anymore. he just said "let's show them how to do it." and kissed me.
that's how we spent the rest of the day.
by the way pete and susan followed us about 1 minute later, so his plan worked. after that day they never talked to each other again. we did when we met, but that was all.

next year, next beerf fest. I had a terrible fight with one of my best friends bibi, can't remember what about... probably nothing. so I run out of the tent screaming at her. next thing I know is calling and messaging him in memory of last year. after some misunderstandings about where i was (how i was: pretty drunk) we continued the kissing thing from last year. 
now it's getting juicy. on my way to the toilet I met some other guy, let's call him tim. he was around some friends' house and I've known him for at least 2 years. still we have never talked more than 2 sentences. kinda cute. knavish but old. so this time I was drunk enough overtexting him. some weeks later I found out that he's been sober that day and was laughing with me at all. some every time I had to go to the toilet (which is quite often if you drink beer in litres) I paused from kissing finn and sat down to chat with tim (I am gorgeous at inventing names for all of them). we realized that we've already been fb friends, so he promised to write me soon. still that drunk that I accosted one of his friends (also sober).
luckily finn and tim never met on that day - or I didn't realize it,neither did one of them. 

this time kissing wasn't enough. why had is been enough last time? can't remember. ah, yes I do! because I made out with that other guy before he joined us last year...
Well, all of my people left. I didn't want to. so, I went with finn to another tent. I guess tim left left some time, too. while he was talking to some old friends a few tables away I was sitting there with one of his friends I just met the first time. I wasn't interested in talking to him. that's why I started flirting with that other guy that just accidently sat next to me. kind of embarrassing and whorish. whatever.
when he came back we wanted to go. we didn't get far. on the other side of the street was a lake. we found some nice place and after making out, we undressed and went swimming. still daylight. absolutely drunk.
oh I just noticed: finn's online right now.
whatever.
then we went to his appartment. too drunk. made out. had fun. but strange. idk.
well I wanted to get away from there some hours later. I guess the alcohol in my blood ceased... so I went home although he wanted me to stay. don't ever stay. never ever. first and most important rule ever. suprisingly I followed it this time.


the next weeks (and months? idk) we chatted some times. so did I with tim. finn was more reluctant even if caring? can't describe it right now. tim was straight after some hints. I liked that he showed real interest in me and wanted to do everything for me. so I tried it and we ended up being a couple for one and a half years. that's another story. during that time we met ever and anon. chatted. that was it. 

since it was my first day of holiday and I wanted to get drunk and party hard I messaged him among others. without any intentions.


so we're back where I didn't go into the detail last time. spend the rest of the night and morning as explained. later on and in between he just wanted to cuddle (yeah, tha's what he said, too "come, let's cuddle")...
knew him so it was fine. By the way, I've chosen to go to my place, not his, although I just could have gone then...ermm...idk. i think I was just lazy and was looking forward to my amazingly comfortable and big bed.
getting it on he said something like "I hope you're not into relationships" which made me answer that that's the least thing I needed now.
aaaah, he was so shy then! didn't want to leave my room because of my two roommates (girls atm), I had to lead him. they haven't even been a home they told me later. but he was afraid that we woke them up by our morning sports (I just can't be silent meanwhile...).
he stayed with me until I had to get up, pack my bags for a trip to a friend. he told me before I should just kick him out if he bothers me, but it was ok.


one and a half weeks later he whatsapped: "cheers bethany, everything alright? did I accidently leave my wallet at yours? MfG" and 2 (!) minutes later "found it... merci :*"

what the ...?