My sex life flashes before your eyes
A few weeks before I moved to New York, I fooled around with a guy in the bathroom at my friend Gretchen’s Christmas party. Her 18-year-old roommate, April, was trying to hook me up with her bisexual ex-boyfriend.
“Dustin is totally going to have a crush on you!” she sighed as soon as I walked in the door.
I’m sitting at my desk, stoned and horny and cruising the Internet for guys in the empty bedroom I use as an office in my apartment on Market Street and Mendenhall in Greensboro, NC. I’ve been smoking pot a lot more lately, at home, on my own, watching Adult Swim and endless reruns of Family Guy. I can already feel boredom pushing me out of this town. Suffocating, claustrophobic boredom that keeps me up all night looking at photos of gay guys who stay home because there’s nothing to do even on a Friday night in Greensboro.
Chase is online. We’re chatting and I’m suddenly more horny than bored.
Domenic is in my bed. There are maybe four other people passed out in my bedroom. Another failed attempt at a post Thirsty Thursday orgy.
“You’re not gonna make me get wood,” he says.
