METH PLZ THX

I met Tony Saturday night at 440. He's 31, attractive, smart and fun to talk to. He even has a respectable career as a biochemist at Stanford. Sounds perfect right? It turns out he lives in one of the buildings behind my apartment building, so we stopped by his place on the way to mine (he has a roommate).

The apartment was odd. It was a one bedroom smaller than my studio. There was boxes and piles of stuff everywhere. It was like they both slept there, but never unpackeed. Tony's "room" was the living room. But like I said, it was a futon with piles of clothes everywhere - cluttered but not dirty. Very odd.

Everything else seemed normal though. And I was drunk, so it didn't exactly stick in my head. We spent the night at my place (just cuddled). In the morning, we went to Brenda's for breakfast. Back at my place we took a nap (after doing a little more than cuddling).

We were supposed to go out again on Tuesday. But he sent me a text that day that he had to work late. We rescheduled for Thursday. And I never heard from him. Rawr.

One of my friends said his apartment sounds like a meth den. Which explains the flakiness. And the fact that he seemed to get bored halfway through when we were messing around. And his odd sleeplessness. But he didn't seem high. Not that I really know what that looks like.

So yeah, I'm going to assume it's meth.