There's a moderately invasive medical procedure recommended for everyone over 50, to make sure everything in your colon is copacetic. I turned 50 last November, so I'm up.
I'm in the small, cramped waiting room of the endoscopy clinic.
It's packed -- everybody wants to get the procdure done as early in the morning as possible, and you're not allowed to drive afterwards, so most patients have drivers with them.
You can instantly tell the difference: the patients tend to be elderly, dazed from hunger, and apprehensive, while the drivers tend to be young, bored, and knee-deep in their laptops and ipads.
As I'm sitting there, too tired to read the book I brought, an elderly woman and her driver come in. She goes to the reception desk to fill out paperwork, and the driver glances around the room.College age, very fair skin, dark blond hair, blue eyes, a little swishy. Wearing a pink hoodie. Carrying a laptop.
Our eyes meet.
He stares for a moment, open-mouthed, as if he has come face-to-face with the Man of His Dreams. He smiles, looks away, and then smiles again.
I'm a little annoyed. The boy is extraordinarily cute, but like most gay men over 40, I get cruised by teenagers and twinks all the time. He can take a number. And who cruises in a doctor's office waiting room? Your target is nervous, not feeling well, and probably contagious.
Especially this waiting room, cramped, crowded with elderly people waiting for an invasive medical procedure? When your target is loopy from 30 hours without solid food, tired from no sleep the night before, apprehensive, cranky, and miserable?
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