1. Nelson. Of course. Being the only two gay boys at our conservative, little prep school, it was inevitable.
2. That documentary filmmaker harassing people in line for the bleachers at the Oscars. He kept going up to girls, asking if they would make out with him. They all said no, and so did I. But when my friends offered me money for ten seconds of work, it was the easiest twenty dollars I ever made.
3. Alex. The last experience taught me that selling myself was quite my talent, so it was the talent I performed at the annual Mr. GroundZero pageant. I auctioned myself, and Alex won with a $20 bid. I promised him ten percent of my winnings. I came in second, I won fifty bucks, he got five.
4. Some guy at some club in Edinburgh. I thought people were whispering about me, but then I convinced myself I was just being paranoid. Then he approached me, "I don't mean to be rude, but do you mind if I snog you?" I was drunk and thrilled, so we made out for a few minutes until he said, "thank you," and disappeared into the crowd.
5. Louis. I met him at Jesse's party, but with a lip ring and beret, he was way too hot to be in my league. But he kept bringing me drinks and forcing conversation, so the question, "Do you want to go out to my car?" just seemed the natural follow-up.
6. Paul. At the Halloween party, he was dressed as a mermaid, and Peter Pan managed to land this one within two minutes of arrival.
7. Ryan. Same night, same party. As the game of spin the bottle wound down, he whined that he wanted to make out with someone. Peter Pan said, "I'll make out with you, Ryan." "Wait," he said, "what's your na--? Never mind." He was a senior in high school. Scandalous.
8. Terie. Valentines Day. I get, "Hey, haven't I seen you somewhere before?" all the time. But this time, it actually was a line. It was a tequila Valentine's. It didn't take much.
Yes, still single digits. And note, none of them are boys I liked beforehand.
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