The Internet Is Really, Really Great

Story Submitted by Georgia:

Rick worked in my office building.  He and I became good friends and he asked me out for drinks after a workday.  "Meet me at the bar," he told me, "I'll have a few last-minute things to finish up here."

I did as he asked, and I went straight to the bar after work.  I expected him to be about 10 to 15 minutes late at most.  When a half-hour came and went, I called his office number.  No response.  He was always a good guy to me, so I was pretty sure that I hadn't been stood up, at least not on purpose.

I left the bar and returned to the office.  It was quiet and mostly dark, but I poked around until I found his cubicle.  I found him there, facing away from me, watching porn on his computer, and masturbating.

I froze up.  He hadn't heard me coming.  A hundred potential actions flashed through my head, but I opted to leave as quietly as I could.

Once I was out of there, I sent him a text to say that I had to head home and couldn't wait any longer.  He wrote back to say, "I'm almost done.  Wait just five more minutes."

Ugh.  I really didn't want to see him after that, so I told him that we'd raincheck it.  It's been over a year since, and we haven't met up yet.  It wasn't so much the act itself so much as it was that he made me wait just so that he could... do his business.  I thought it was rude, if nothing else.