Okay, so... I subscribed to a dating site about 3 months ago but under a fake alias. Since I'm not out of the closet, I hate showing my face on that type of sites and stuff. As a matter of fact, I don't even think I'm that good-looking. So I put up the pictures of another (hot) guy and started surfing the site.
The next thing I know, a super-hot guy approached me. We started chatting. We've been chatting on and off for about three months now. He's not out. He kinda has some problems with accepting the gay community and his gay side. But he's so gentle. So funny. He's a dreamer. I kept inventing excuses because I couldn't meet him. He even gave me his cell number. He really likes my sunny self that comes off in our chat sessions.
Well, anyway, he told me where he works, and I promised I would come looking for him (discretely, since he's not out). He works at a bar. Needless to say, I've become their greatest customer: I go there every other day, I sit at the tables and a couple days ago I found the courage to approach him while he was re-arranging the tables. Remember: he doesn't know that I am the same guy he chatted with. We exchanged a few lines, he was very forthcoming. The next day he had the day off (damn!). And two days later he was the one who approached me: he asked 'How can you study while the music is so loud?!' (I read some text books while I'm there). We exchanged a few meaningless lines, and nothing more.
So, I'm basically spying on him. From what I've seen he's such a great guy. I love how he won't let women lift heavy weights. I love how he's the only waiter who checks the bins to see if they're full and need to be changed (the others don't care, and I was a waiter once... I know what it means! LOL). I even love how goofy he is when he tries to dance.
I'm definitely fantasizing about him. But I really believe that, given the chance, we could work as a couple. He would be my first boyfriend. The first time I have sex. But I hate the set-up.
Tomorrow I'll be visiting the bar again. This is my plan: I'll tell him I lost my wallet while I was there the other day. I'll give him my number and ask him to call me if he finds out anything. Conveniently, I will plant an old wallet of mine in the back of the bar (where they dump the trash). I will put something there to make it look like I actually used it. I'll even put a letter (written by myself) where a 'friend' will go on and on about how *special* I am. Hopefully, they'll find it and he'll call me.
Once he calls me, I'll invite him out. And God, do I wish he'll accept.
The next thing I know, a super-hot guy approached me. We started chatting. We've been chatting on and off for about three months now. He's not out. He kinda has some problems with accepting the gay community and his gay side. But he's so gentle. So funny. He's a dreamer. I kept inventing excuses because I couldn't meet him. He even gave me his cell number. He really likes my sunny self that comes off in our chat sessions.
Well, anyway, he told me where he works, and I promised I would come looking for him (discretely, since he's not out). He works at a bar. Needless to say, I've become their greatest customer: I go there every other day, I sit at the tables and a couple days ago I found the courage to approach him while he was re-arranging the tables. Remember: he doesn't know that I am the same guy he chatted with. We exchanged a few lines, he was very forthcoming. The next day he had the day off (damn!). And two days later he was the one who approached me: he asked 'How can you study while the music is so loud?!' (I read some text books while I'm there). We exchanged a few meaningless lines, and nothing more.
So, I'm basically spying on him. From what I've seen he's such a great guy. I love how he won't let women lift heavy weights. I love how he's the only waiter who checks the bins to see if they're full and need to be changed (the others don't care, and I was a waiter once... I know what it means! LOL). I even love how goofy he is when he tries to dance.
I'm definitely fantasizing about him. But I really believe that, given the chance, we could work as a couple. He would be my first boyfriend. The first time I have sex. But I hate the set-up.
Tomorrow I'll be visiting the bar again. This is my plan: I'll tell him I lost my wallet while I was there the other day. I'll give him my number and ask him to call me if he finds out anything. Conveniently, I will plant an old wallet of mine in the back of the bar (where they dump the trash). I will put something there to make it look like I actually used it. I'll even put a letter (written by myself) where a 'friend' will go on and on about how *special* I am. Hopefully, they'll find it and he'll call me.
Once he calls me, I'll invite him out. And God, do I wish he'll accept.
