>be me, awkward high schooler ~10th grade in small town Arkansas>smoked weed maybe once or twice w my brother, want to procure on my own>get a contact from a friend, the dealer and I coordinate to meet in a parking lot in town in the evening>tell my

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Darkiplier 11/18/25 (Tue) 22:19:08 №14028295 [Quote]

>be me, awkward high schooler ~10th grade in small town Arkansas
>smoked weed maybe once or twice w my brother, want to procure on my own
>get a contact from a friend, the dealer and I coordinate to meet in a parking lot in town in the evening
>tell my family that I’m gonna hang out a friend and drive off
>as I’m about to exit the interstate to meet this guy, my dumb student-driver ass bumps into a curb and it blows a tire out
>pull off to our meetup spot, fortunately I was close when it happened
>I freak out and panic about having to call my parents, I do so and make up my alibi about where and why
>HOWEVER, my dealer the absolute gentleman, offers and I let him change my tire for me
>that’s relieving and really cool of him
>no… not cool but rather sweet and kind and really admirable and he’s like this cordial country boy and I want to hang out with him again
>and I have butterflies but this can’t be the butterfly feeling I have never felt that before
>he finishes changing my tire and also gives me a good deal on my weed (for the time and circumstance it’s a different market now)
>my goodbye was less quick and casual, a little too bashful idk
>a few days later my brother tells me that he ran off my dealer and not to talk to him again
>go on to not enter my first relationship for several years until a dude comes onto me super forwardly