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hot guy with the faux hawk and straight 'tude at Crunch (YEAH YOU) - m4m
Date: 2006-06-04, 2:25AM PDT
You: hot guy with the faux hawk, camos, and gonch undies with perfect tan
line, 4% body fat, american apparel tri-blend track shirt, L7silvr phone,
ipod nano on stairclimber reading DNA Magazine and drinking a Macchiato with
nonfat foam.
Me: buzzed cut, ripped tatted guy with 501's with a flash of ice blue aussie
bum undies and wife beater chillin on my nano with some Eminem and texting
my bros on my sidekick and drinking Twinlab Extreme Ripped Force Drink.
We checked each other out for a millisecond there but I was too shy to
approach you. I definitely felt there was some chemistry heating up and
would like to take it to the next level. Hit me up if you wanna grab some
coffee or a drink. Or dinner.
Or maybe we could go on an Atlantis Gay Cruise together and they can take
photos of us for the brochure with you on my shoulders in matching awning
striped speedos looking tan and in love.
Or maybe we could snap up a couple of French Bulldogs and name them Louis
and Vuitton and have our portrait done with us in matching khakis and
barefoot to send as a Christmas Card.
Or maybe we could do a shit load of Tina and K and E and GHB and feel really
hot and go to White Party in outfits made by BCBG and dance shirtless in the
glistening sweat of the other manboys around us.
Or maybe something about you can help me fill this desperate loneliness and
emptiness that has been devouring me as I frantically chase an image and
life of someone I will never be. Maybe I won't have to use words like "hit
me up" and "grab coffee" and "bro" to mask the self loathing homophobia I
possess, praying they will make me come across as butch and straight and
hell, anything but the sad, starving, lonely, judgmental, bitter, cynical,
poser, wannabe that I really am.
Seriously Dude. Hit me up, if you are interested.
www.craigslist.com/bestof
Date: 2006-06-04, 2:25AM PDT
You: hot guy with the faux hawk, camos, and gonch undies with perfect tan
line, 4% body fat, american apparel tri-blend track shirt, L7silvr phone,
ipod nano on stairclimber reading DNA Magazine and drinking a Macchiato with
nonfat foam.
Me: buzzed cut, ripped tatted guy with 501's with a flash of ice blue aussie
bum undies and wife beater chillin on my nano with some Eminem and texting
my bros on my sidekick and drinking Twinlab Extreme Ripped Force Drink.
We checked each other out for a millisecond there but I was too shy to
approach you. I definitely felt there was some chemistry heating up and
would like to take it to the next level. Hit me up if you wanna grab some
coffee or a drink. Or dinner.
Or maybe we could go on an Atlantis Gay Cruise together and they can take
photos of us for the brochure with you on my shoulders in matching awning
striped speedos looking tan and in love.
Or maybe we could snap up a couple of French Bulldogs and name them Louis
and Vuitton and have our portrait done with us in matching khakis and
barefoot to send as a Christmas Card.
Or maybe we could do a shit load of Tina and K and E and GHB and feel really
hot and go to White Party in outfits made by BCBG and dance shirtless in the
glistening sweat of the other manboys around us.
Or maybe something about you can help me fill this desperate loneliness and
emptiness that has been devouring me as I frantically chase an image and
life of someone I will never be. Maybe I won't have to use words like "hit
me up" and "grab coffee" and "bro" to mask the self loathing homophobia I
possess, praying they will make me come across as butch and straight and
hell, anything but the sad, starving, lonely, judgmental, bitter, cynical,
poser, wannabe that I really am.
Seriously Dude. Hit me up, if you are interested.
www.craigslist.com/bestof
