It Started With A Text
“I am eyeball fucking you from across the bar” That’s what the text said. I was sitting in a bar on a Friday night with a girlfriend and her friends. A married couple. I looked at the text again and then I scanned the room. No one seemed to be staring or leering at me. I should have been scared, but instead I was intrigued. I didn’t recognize the number. And trying to show my brave side, I sent a text in return. “Who the fuck is this?” I waited for a reply. A few minutes went by, and nothing. I...
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