Plains, January 2017The day after I got back from Christmas in Indianapolis, a new guy showed up on Grindr, 200 feet away!
I've met about 20 of the 100 or so people living in this apartment complex, and half of them are LGBT. Unfortunately, none of them have become friends.
1-4. Two lesbian couples.
5-6. A standoffish gay couple
7. A sleazy bisexual fetishist
8-9. A couple of downlow guys with girlfriends
10. Jimmy who I had 1 date with
11. A college guy who just contacts me for "booty calls."
So I was thrilled to see a new guy.
It was a blank profile, suggesting someone who is heavily closeted, or too new to have uploaded a photo yet. But I didn't care -- 200 feet is 200 feet.
He told me that his name was Abel (English pronunciation, not Spanish). He had just moved out of his parents' house into his own apartment, with two straight roommates. He was a student at the university and a delivery driver for a pizza place.
A college boy! Even better.
So I invited him over to "say hello."
Here's what I wish he looked like.
No such luck. So young looking that I had to card him (19 years old). Tall and skinny, with weird braided hair, a nose ring, dangling earrings, an ultra feminine swish, a high-pitched girly voice, and a weird dazed look. Wearing white pants and a pink button-down shirt. Smelled of marijuana.We chatted. He looked especially nervous, like he was ready to bolt.
Maybe Abel was thinking the same thing I was: not my type, but 200 feet away!
Finally he said "Could we go in the bedroom?"
Oh well, 200 feet is 200 feet.
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