Several weeks ago I went to a party where a three some broke out, which I did not participate in. But one of the other guests did. He was an opera fan, a personal trainer, and an extrovert. He seemed like a nice fellow, but wasn't what I would called "boyfriend material". Although, finding an opera goer my age is difficult so I made a mental note to get in touch with him.
Flash forward to yesterday while on the train; I'm going through my phone and find a number that I dont know nor do I have any recollection of who it belongs to. I text it asking politely who it is and explaining the funny situation. I get an immediate response of bubbly words, asking who I was. A few lines later I realize that it is my opera going friend, and proceeded to tell him who I was.
-silence-
So 20 minutes later I called him out on his silence. I saw nothing to loose. He responded with:
"Kev we didn't really hit it off man. And I don't think I wanna talk. But you take good care and I'll see ya round."
...what? I think he has a completely different idea of what I'm looking for... so I of course tell him that we probably will never see each other around cause he doesn't want to talk.
It then hit me that he thought I was interested in him sexually...
His life is so filled with clients hitting on him, friends trying to initiate three somes, and being a partyboy that he forgot you can have platonic gay friends.
No non-scents
8 hours ago
