Thursday, June 28, 2007
I met him at the Finnish Line....
There I was, at the Finnish Line, on the elpitical machine, wearing my GayHudson.com organic cotton T-shirt, made by vegan lesbians of color in Cambridge Massachusetts, and I saw him!
He was adorable! Cute, blond, tight ass.
He was wearing his GayHudson.com boxer shorts, GayHudson.com tank, and a GayHudson.com Trucker Hat.
I followed him into the locker room and watched him take off his GayHudson.com boxers, and tank top and stand on the scale. Now, he was ONLY wearing the GayHudson.com trucker hat.
I walked up and said, "Hi".
He said, "Hi!."
"So," I said, "do you read GayHudson.com?"
"Totally. Every day. Sometimes twice. I check the comments."
"Wow," I said, "you know, I write it..."
"Cool. So, you wear the pink wig?"
"Only when I'm fucking a nice tight little blond boy ass like yours!"
At that point, his little trucker became a semi...
"Cool. So, uh, you live here full time?"
"No. Weekender. You?"
"Yes," I said, "East Village."
"I'm up in Inwood."
At that point it stopped. Complete silence. The magic was over.
"Oh," I said, "Listen, guy, I gotta run. I have a party I gotta go to...catch you later."
I don't date above 59th. Sorry.