Casey knew that this was most likely a bad idea, but now that the momentum of Fight Night had died down, Casey was feeling starved for excitement. For risk. So, into the woods for an anonymous Grindr hookup it was. Headless torsos were never really much of a turn-on, but something about the blasé nature of the way this guy texted gave Casey a bit of a rush. Not to mention, his torso was quite nice to look at.
“Please don’t be a catfish, please don’t be a catfish,” Casey chanted in a whisper as he neared the designated meetup spot. He had pepper spray in his back pocket in case things got dicey, but Casey hoped that he wouldn’t have to leave blue-balled and afraid. As he arrived at the nook in the woods just outside of town, Casey saw him standing there. He breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god, you’re actually hot.”