So a couple weeks ago, I decided to head to my favorite little coffee place, Blue Bottle. The location in Hayes Valley isn’t a store, but merely a kiosk, with one teeny tiny table to stand at and one hell of a line. No matter though, it’s well worth the wait…
…and boy did I wait. I was standing at that table waiting along with another guy standing across from me. Due to the unbelievably compact nature of Blue Bottle, that left us LITERALLY INCHES apart both staring in opposite directions, that given our proximity, felt like we were looking in each others’ eyes.
So I said hi.
Now as most friends know, I’m a gay man trapped in the body of a straight woman. So when in the course of our conversation this guy actually bent over and showed me his ass as part of his “why gay men love straight guys demonstration”, I was hooked.
So he asked for my number and we agreed to meet up in a week. Of course I knew he was younger than me… I thought maybe 24 or 25, but hey! I’m only 28! Where’s the fire?
Well over the course of the next week, I began having doubts. I mean he did look _really young_. I reassured myself, “He couldn’t POSSIBLY be under 21.” No no no. Don’t be silly. We’re not even sure people under 20 exist. Impossible.
Well we ended up going out and from that date I learned a couple vital things:
1. He is 20
2. I did not actually have a brain aneurysm learning this
He’s sweet as pie, but he can’t drink, go to Kinky Salon or DNA Lounge with me. AND WHERE DOES THAT LEAVE OUR RELATIONSHIP? We’d have to talk … And to a 20 year old? I don’t think so.
… but if I really dig to the heart of the issue: I don’t even know if he’s still a virgin or not.
So where does that leave us? Well it’s left me with a new buddy, of sorts. Someone to pass along jokes to, drunk text message (HUGE bonus in my book) and perhaps hang out from time to time.
It’s also left me realizing I might just be a cougar in training….
And that’s totally cool.