Text flirting with str8 men

me: EW! come to Bob and Barbara's, they are playing our song!
kevin(str8 man): what's our song?
me: poker face. duh! come here yr homegirl is here.
kevin(str8 man): I fucking wish i miss u but no i cant its my friends bday
me: Ew. come sit on my face and get over it
kevin(str8 man): I fucking love u so much
me: whatever, i love you too, lets hang out this weekend
kevin(str8 man): I promise! This weekend. When im not working.


pretty much he is a hot man that can take it. i even tell him i want to objectify him and he loves it.

this city is only filled with good straight men and one day i'll meet the one of my dreams and he will only be gay for me.

dream boys

I walked into the Last Drop Cafe (a "hip" coffee shop on the outskirts of Philadelphia's Gayborhood) around 5:20 PM. I went up to get an avacado sandwich from the barista while waiting to pay I asked him

"Say...you haven't happen to seen two skinny fags walk in here..one"

Before I got a chance to finish my question as I was about to describe the said skinny fags, he cuts me off and promptly says

"Pshh...I've seen about 50 today!"

His surly attitude and prompt reply showed aggresion. It made me hot. That mixed with his over-sized glasses, then listening him hit on some poor girl as I eve's dropped while eating my avacado sandwich (which was delicious as the boy who sold it to me).

Basically I just really wanted to sit on his face. I have butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it.

xo Alex CumRag