Uber Diversion (Patreon)

(Quick, tf-unrelated caption that I posted elsewhere)

Well, that sucks. Breaking up sucks. Breaking up over the phone is another level of shitty. "Hey man, we're still heading to the same place?" the gorgeous uber driver asks. "No. Let's... I don't know," I answer, not wanting to go back home. Too much of him there, literally. He even has his body wash in the shower, and I think he still has his Nirvana hoodie in the pile by the door. What a fucking stereotype I am. I'd rather have a line of vodka shots in a bar where no one knows me. No taste, only fucking me up. Like my men. "I guess this is unprofessional, but what about my place?" he asks. I'm looking at him, really looking at him this time. I'll give that a shot.