Wednesday, December 1, 2010

HAND JOBS FROM STRANGERS, AND STUFF

After I got my haircut last week (or rather 2 weeks ago...almost) when I alluded to the random hot Latino guy that gave me a hand job while sitting at the bar (for the record, I stopped him, and didn't get off), I thought, "Huh, that was odd" and dismissed it from my mind.

Fast forward a week later, I'm riding the Red Line at 3:10AM, just left work, and I sit down...across from the same guy that wants my shit. Funny thing is, I didn't recognize him at first, I just thought he was another attractive random stranger. Which he was.

But the wheels in my head began to turn and I thought "where do I know this guy from?" He clearly knew me, my occupation, etc. He asked about how my work shift went, and as we neared the Belmont "L" stop, he drew nearer and offered to buy me drinks at some random Boystown bar.

I declined. Though flattered, and tempted, I quickly thought myself, "I really like the guy I'm with". Speaking of, that's not going...PERFECT, but both willing to make the effort to make it work, and apparently spurn the advances of a guy I would bend over my kitchen table.

Am I getting old, mature or both? PS - it's been 5 days since I last kissed my Man, and it feels like forever.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

What ever happened to the bisexual twink that you were banging in the shower not so long ago?

The New Me said...

sounds like smart to me

Mind Of Mine said...

Awh, I hate when a relationship stops you from getting a handjob at the bar.

Anonymous said...

Dear Guy from Chicago, it has been 6 days since your last confession. Eager readers want to hear more of your saucy diatribe. Mucho amor ~ your totally non-gay GF