I'd been talking to a guy online for about a year. He's witty, sharp, hilarious, tons of mutual interests (he's a huge nerd too), and naturally, he's a motherfuckin' adonis. Like, Abercrombie & Fitch-scale. Naturally, he's taken. Whatever, I've always known, just gonna be friends, right. For some reason, we could never wind up meeting in person (scheduling conflicts, whatever), until last night. I win a bet and he's like, "I'm comin over to deliver your prize!" (a case of beer, we're juvenile :lol) and I'd forgotten that I'd drunkenly texted him my address once a month ago, lol. He's a little down because his dude is always on night-shifts and well, I guess he's lonely. Always more fun to hang with a friend than drink alone at home.
Bam, out of nowhere, a guy I've only known as a voice and words is in my place, and we're just chillin. He's 41, looks 32, I'm 26 (just to lay the numbers out :lol), I am keenly aware just how married he is. But maaaaaaaaaan, the fucking chemistry. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH. In another life I would marry this man. He's brilliant, chiseled, gorgeous, playful...I think we tickle-wrestled for a few minutes, but I was so tipsy and out of it, fuck.
When he leaves, I stand in my doorway to watch him out to the elevator half a hallway away (it's like 2am), and when it arrives, he sees it's empty, dashes back to me and plants a kiss on me. I'm just blown away. :lol
I absolutely get it, I cannot get involved with a happily married guy. And his guy is great. I have no bad intentions. But goddamn if he isn't making it clear that he would dig some affection. Or is he? Man, are kisses just thrown around like candy in the gay community? I'm still so naive about this shit. :lol
This man is like a fucking dream. God damn. You should only see him.
Was so bizarre to have this all happen last night considering what happened to me the night before. What a week.
I can't do this to myself, but man if I only keep experiencing chemistry with attached guys, I'm so doomed. WTB a guy for me and me alone, goddamn.