So first we just sat there. You had your arms crossed defensively and I couldn't tell if you actually enjoyed hanging out or whatever. I was trying to seem open and stuff and it seemed to work. I was charismatic, telling stories, sharing interests. But at first it was hard to tell anything off you. But as the weather became nicer and the night matured, and we had a few more beers and then went back to the dorm and listened to some dubstep. And then we kissed for a bit and he walked me home. I guess that's what dating hipsters is like.
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