I went out as Boots for Halloween and met a tall man dressed as a taco. Now I’m spiraling.

This might sound like a fever dream but hear me out.

Me and my close friend went out to party at the best strip of bars. Lights everywhere, people dressed up like it was the end of the world. We went as Dora and Boots. I’m Boots, obviously. Small twink energy. It fit too well.

At first, the bar we went to was not giving. The music was fine but everyone was standing around with drinks like they were watching paint dry. Me and my friend did not care. We hit the dance floor like it was our stage. Everyone else was just side stepping while we were living.

Then I noticed him.

Tall guy. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Glasses. A white guy in a taco costume with a sombrero and black cowboy boots. I was lowkey hungry. Every time I looked up, he was closer.

Then he walks up. Casual. Confident. He starts talking to us about our costumes, laughing, being all cute and quirky, and out of nowhere he asks for my number. Just like that. I froze. First time a guy has ever come up to me like that. And he was hot. Nerdy hot. My ego exploded.

He even crouched a little when he talked to me. That small thing did something to me. Maybe because I’m short and he is tall. It just made me feel seen.

Me and my friend went to the bathroom after and I could not stop thinking about it. Tall, blue eyed taco man just asked for my number. What timeline is this.

We ended up going to another bar, Rock Lobster, because the first one was dead and he told us to go there too. We walk in, lights flashing, music blasting, and then I get a text. It’s him. The taco man texted me.

I tried to play it cool and text back. Then he says, I’m gonna head back to the east side. What you doing. And I’m like wait what. That’s it. My brain starts spinning because I expected something like hope you had fun or nice meeting you.

Then he sends pictures of himself. And my god. He’s fine. Like distractingly fine. I almost dropped my phone.

Then he says, Here’s a little of me. Yall should come over. Or you haha sorry I’m a few beers deep.

Now I’m confused. What does that even mean. Is he drunk and flirty. Is he serious. Is he just trying to hook up.

I haven’t replied because I need to think. I want something real. I don’t want to be just another moment for someone’s comfort. I’ve been there before and it hurt.

So here I am. Spiraling over a tall, blue eyed man in a taco costume who spelled my name right and made me feel something again.