Yuri was 14 years younger than me.
Matt the Security Guard, 17 years younger.
Mario the Teen Model, 19 years younger.
But the biggest age gap to date: 26 years!
In 2005, when I was going to Barney's Gym in Florida, three boys from Cardinal Gibbons High School came in almost every afternoon to work out. Two were just fooling around, but the third, Stanton, short and sandy-haired, was serious about weight training and nutrition. He was developing quite a muscular physique, nearly ready for amateur competitions.
And he was obviously gay, staring at biceps and baskets.
And apparently into me, following me around, asking questions, trying to maneuver to see me naked in the shower.
I did the same things in high school!
I decided that I was going to mentor this kid, make sure he didn't have the same trouble I had: assumed heterosexual, not aware that gay people exist.
But this was 2005, in a gay neighborhood. Things had changed!
One day in late January, he approached me when I was alone in the locker room. "That guy you always work out with -- is he your boyfriend?"
WTF? "Um..um...you mean Yuri? We're just friends. I don't have a boyfriend.'
"Me, neither." He grinned. "You into younger guys?"
"Are you kidding? I've been out since before you were born. What are you, about sixteen?"
"Hey, I'm eighteen!" Stanton exclaimed, offended. "And I can prove it. Wanna see my id?"
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