[ WP ] There are too many shocking , ( albeit awesome ) ends to the stories found here . Build up to something but give it an anticlimactic ending .

Jims eyelid fluttered. Once again. Not really fluttering more like micro-spasms he could n't explain. This was the third time his eyelid did n't behave the way someone intended to. 
 Jim was still lying on his back, thinking about who that someone might be when the sound of a new message arriving interrupted his train of thought. 
 A quick, lazy glance over his ever-growing belly revealed what he already heard. `` NEW TEXT MESSAGE''. 
 
 Jim reluctantly moved his legs over the armrest of the couch, sat up and swiped the phone in a swift motion to unlock the screen. This was the last swift thing he was able to accomplish for a while. He did expect a message from his elderly mom, inquiring wether he'd be there for the weekend. Other than that or people misdialing numbers, his phone was more of a letter weight than contact tool. 
 
 But not this time. This time was special. Really special. 
 
 And while the name Nicole was still flashing at the top, Jim already underwent a plethora of beautiful thoughts penetrating his frontal cortex, supplying him with a pleasant mix of arousal and happiness. 
 He never thought that the girl would text back. The girl from that time he went to a bar. Not because he wanted to go out, but because his buddy Max forced him to. The girl he thought was unapproachable. The girl he could only talk to under the disguise of having lost a bet. Nicole. 
 
 And she actually texted him. Asking for a date. Not really asking but Nicole did n't really seem like a girl that had to ask for anything. She simply stated that she will swing by his house later and they might go and grab a bite. 
 
 Jim's eyelid has n't calmed down. By now it was convulsing heavier than before. But this time it was entirely out of nervousness, pleasant nervousness. He anticipated the idea of female companionship to a point where he got the impression that a massive weight, resting on his shoulders for the last years just got lifted. 
 
 6p.m. Time to get ready. Whistling what one could only call the'happy melody' he stepped into the shower before completing a grooming routine his body was not used to. Time flew by as he stood in front of his wardrobe, putting on shirt after shirt until he settled for a plain white one. Unstained. For once. 
 
 This was it. He felt ready but only on the outside. His head felt funny by the time he sat in the living room, waiting for the doorbell to ring. It seemed to be mixture of feelings he has only heard about so far. 
 
 Checking his wristwatch again another sound interrupted him. Another sound designed to notify. It was the doorbell. 
 
 He was not quite sure wether his mind played tricks on him when he heard it again. There it was. She seemed to be in a hurry. Why would she be ringing twice? 
 
 As he was getting up he could see her silhouette through the tinted glass. 
 
 He inhaled deeply as his fingers touched the doorknob, slowly twisting it to the `` click'' he only heard when he left for work. 
 
 His mind was racing, what facial expression would be the most appropriate. Jim settled for a slight, knowing smile as he opened the door to the full extent. 
 
 It was not her. 
 
 Starting here I will write some more text so everybody who jumped to the end before he read everything will not get the spoiler he was waiting for. The following can be completely and utterly disregarded. 
 
 And while I hope you enjoyed it, even though the author did only learn the language this story is composed in, starting at the age of 14 I urge you not to read on. It is complete bullshit. Non necessary stuff, just filling away the gaps anybody unsuspecting creatures are looking for. 
 
 When he said: This does not belong in my Urethra. Please… 
 
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 EDIT: I ca n't words
