It all started out on Tinder. I didn't find him one bit attractive but somehow we matched. We talked for a week or so and one night I was lonely and bored so I asked him if he wanted to hang out. He said sure and so after he got off of work I made my way over to his apartment. I parked, started walking towards his apartment and there I saw him standing at the bottom of the stairs. At that moment all I could think while looking at him was, "Just turn around and go home. His pictures do him too much justice! You are seriously not interested!" But I thought that would be rude. I reached him and instantly said hi and he replied with a hello and a very awkwardly robotic hug. We began up the stairs to the apartment while he's talking to me I was thinking, "It's not too late to run down the stairs to your car." But my thoughtfulness for other's feelings thought it was still too rude so I followed him all the way to his door. The real horror lied behind that white wooden door. He turned the knob and in we went. There were newspapers on the floor, random stuff all over the floor, heaps of randomocity everywhere and food from 3 weeks ago, or so it looked, on the coffee table. He gestured for me to sit on the couch and I hesitated because I mean ew. He hands me the remote and tells me to pick what my heart desired to watch while he changed out his work clothes. I flipped through and found a decent show to watch, Wild N Out. He comes back and sits next to me but we don't touch.