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Here's the deal:
I haven't been out much more than two years yet. I lost most of my friends when I came out, and haven't really made any new ones. I have no gay friends, which of course means no buddies with benefits.
My dad, who I'd been helping take care of for the last few years, died last month.
Now with the gray days come, meeting people at the beach or river has stopped.
What it boils down to is that I'm lonely enough it's a physical sensation in my chest.
Anyway, today on the way back to town, in the dark, I stopped for a hitchhiker. He turned out to be a high school senior without wheels, ready to walk the ten miles but happy to have a ride. He was intelligent, had a good sense of humor, and, as I found out when we passed under a light, cute.
I had to concentrate hard to keep from reaching over and squeezing his thigh.
That's frighteningly close to losing control, for me. It tells me I want human, male, physical contact, badly. But I'm no good at meeting guys at bars, and have never met someone to go home with (except a couple of nights when I got plastered enough to need a place to crash... which was all I got).
What occurred to me is to hit a bath house. But is that just desperation? or if it is, is it a good idea just to relieve the loneliness and hunger for physical contact?
As the robot said in "Short Circuit"... Need input!
I haven't been out much more than two years yet. I lost most of my friends when I came out, and haven't really made any new ones. I have no gay friends, which of course means no buddies with benefits.
My dad, who I'd been helping take care of for the last few years, died last month.
Now with the gray days come, meeting people at the beach or river has stopped.
What it boils down to is that I'm lonely enough it's a physical sensation in my chest.
Anyway, today on the way back to town, in the dark, I stopped for a hitchhiker. He turned out to be a high school senior without wheels, ready to walk the ten miles but happy to have a ride. He was intelligent, had a good sense of humor, and, as I found out when we passed under a light, cute.
I had to concentrate hard to keep from reaching over and squeezing his thigh.
That's frighteningly close to losing control, for me. It tells me I want human, male, physical contact, badly. But I'm no good at meeting guys at bars, and have never met someone to go home with (except a couple of nights when I got plastered enough to need a place to crash... which was all I got).
What occurred to me is to hit a bath house. But is that just desperation? or if it is, is it a good idea just to relieve the loneliness and hunger for physical contact?
As the robot said in "Short Circuit"... Need input!



















Hello, there, My "Captain", whom I have come to care for, Very Much, indeed!! 













