Dream fuckin boyfriend (AI).

we met while pooping stall by stall and somehow we needed up talking. the dividers didn’t go all the way up so we were chatting. They walk to the sink that is to the right. As they’re walking toy the sink, they ask for my number. I contemplate finishing wiping my ass or giving him my number. Idk if I finish wiping my ass or giving him my number first but I’m pretty sure I wiped my ass. I get up and turn spin towards him like I would at ICS spinning around a person getting to the dipper well. I’m pretty sure I’m wearing my winter jacket. They have brown skin and I believe they, I believe, have headphones around their neck. They had a short haircut w curly-ish ends. We end up leaving the bathroom and watching, in a really elegant theatre, something like cirque du soleil. It was about flexible people. I don’t remember and POV of the people on stage but I do remember us sitting side by side. I think went to get popcorn and we ended sitting next to a few white People, I think they were a little obnoxious. I remember feeling safe and seeing. A future with them. It was giving wifey material and. Woke up devastated that it wasn’t real.