He used to invite me to Bikini's for lunch, where we'd talk about football and pretend to not be ogling the waitresses in their bikini tops.
Ok, I'm lying. We didn't pretend not to ogle. We leaned into it.
Shortly after I moved back to Louisiana I got a text from him, asking if I wanted to meet up for one last hurrah before I left. I told him, regretfully I'd already moved but I'd be happy to catch him on one of my visits back. Though I texted him a handful of times after that, I never did see him in person again.
Furk.