Fate is funny when things are not meant to be in life. I couldn’t stop laughing after finding out about my misfortune. The day I was introduced to a very attractive French gay man was the day I mistook him for a boyfriend of a close friend of mine.
The plot started during 80’s party at 50th street when I was introduced to a guy called Pierre by Vchick. Now, keep in mind that Maltesers’ boyfriend has the same name and he’s also French. Vchick was hooking us up and it was either too subtle of her or too intoxicated of me.
Pierre and I had an awesome chat that day while my mindset revolved around the fact that I was conversing with the boyfriend of a friend of mine. We went to a club together afterwards. I find it really nice of him to keep staying near me, which kinda made me think how good of a boyfriend he is to Maltesers. We had a beer and he went home and I went home.
Today, Vchick mentioned that he was NOT Maltesers’ boyfriend and that he was a gay guy she was trying to hook me up with. With the amount of time we spent together and the good conversation we both shared, if only I had known he was gay, I could’ve at least scored a one niter with a hot guy.
Ah well, not meant to be I guess… but the story cracked me up.
The plot started during 80’s party at 50th street when I was introduced to a guy called Pierre by Vchick. Now, keep in mind that Maltesers’ boyfriend has the same name and he’s also French. Vchick was hooking us up and it was either too subtle of her or too intoxicated of me.
Pierre and I had an awesome chat that day while my mindset revolved around the fact that I was conversing with the boyfriend of a friend of mine. We went to a club together afterwards. I find it really nice of him to keep staying near me, which kinda made me think how good of a boyfriend he is to Maltesers. We had a beer and he went home and I went home.
Today, Vchick mentioned that he was NOT Maltesers’ boyfriend and that he was a gay guy she was trying to hook me up with. With the amount of time we spent together and the good conversation we both shared, if only I had known he was gay, I could’ve at least scored a one niter with a hot guy.
Ah well, not meant to be I guess… but the story cracked me up.
Listening to: Silverchair – Emotion sickness
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