Nobody wants to start the month of May with uncertainty but I guess I’ll have to break that rule in indulging the readers in yet another adventures of Hein at a coffee table with a cute guy.
Surprisingly KiwiMan showed up around 3:30pm after GermanChick and I asked him to come at 3pm to have coffee with us. So, KiwiMan is from New Zealand but he’s lived in Australia before and in Australia, some men are just major friendly at first sight. It’s annoying to the point where we, gay guys, completely lost track of the screws and bolts in our effective machine, gaydar. For some reason, the gaydar beeps a friendly signal around these str8 boys only to find out later that they are, in fact, not really into penis at all. Disappointment at its best, the gay boys come home with a realization that they’ve been having the best talks they’ve had in years with a rug eater.
KiwiMan, I’m afraid, would end up to be like these men but thanks once again to GermanChick, I somehow find a glimpse of hope in him. After GermanChick went home around 5pm, KiwiMan stayed and talked to me for three whole hours and we ended up going home only around 8pm. Now, I know I’m being a bit too crazily biased here but how many straight men would spend 4 and a half hours talking with a gay man one on one at a coffee table. It’s possible, I know, but we hardly knew each other and it’s only been one day since I got to know KiwiMan.
The going home was even more intolerable when he initiated the hug when I decided to let him slip without hugging him and him trying to fix yet another date to have with me asking me ‘are you free during the weekdays?’. KiwiMan is totally not one of those ‘no friends’ type but it seems like he’s enjoying spending time with me and it kills me only because I’m becoming more and more interested in him, leaning towards me strengthening the thoughts of his possible conversion from a muff eater to a fudge packer.
Can all of my fagfriends help me out here? Do you feel how I feel? Or have I turned way more desperate enough to be interested in a straight man with two failed marriages with two women. Yes, vagina, people… vagina!!!
Surprisingly KiwiMan showed up around 3:30pm after GermanChick and I asked him to come at 3pm to have coffee with us. So, KiwiMan is from New Zealand but he’s lived in Australia before and in Australia, some men are just major friendly at first sight. It’s annoying to the point where we, gay guys, completely lost track of the screws and bolts in our effective machine, gaydar. For some reason, the gaydar beeps a friendly signal around these str8 boys only to find out later that they are, in fact, not really into penis at all. Disappointment at its best, the gay boys come home with a realization that they’ve been having the best talks they’ve had in years with a rug eater.
KiwiMan, I’m afraid, would end up to be like these men but thanks once again to GermanChick, I somehow find a glimpse of hope in him. After GermanChick went home around 5pm, KiwiMan stayed and talked to me for three whole hours and we ended up going home only around 8pm. Now, I know I’m being a bit too crazily biased here but how many straight men would spend 4 and a half hours talking with a gay man one on one at a coffee table. It’s possible, I know, but we hardly knew each other and it’s only been one day since I got to know KiwiMan.
The going home was even more intolerable when he initiated the hug when I decided to let him slip without hugging him and him trying to fix yet another date to have with me asking me ‘are you free during the weekdays?’. KiwiMan is totally not one of those ‘no friends’ type but it seems like he’s enjoying spending time with me and it kills me only because I’m becoming more and more interested in him, leaning towards me strengthening the thoughts of his possible conversion from a muff eater to a fudge packer.
Can all of my fagfriends help me out here? Do you feel how I feel? Or have I turned way more desperate enough to be interested in a straight man with two failed marriages with two women. Yes, vagina, people… vagina!!!
Listening to: The Strokes – Hard to explain
1 comment:
Hein, you're over-thinking things.
Ignore the labels.
Ignore your gaydar.
Just enjoy your time together, enjoy each other's company, and let things progress as they do, without trying to analyse "Will this happen? Or will that happen?"
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