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One day, while finishing my chicken and waffles at Cafeteria, a boy was seated next to me. He was cute, but definitely straight in his baggy basketball shorts (I tried to guess if he was wearing underwear or not) (he totally wasn’t) and his SLU t-shirt. I was surprised, naturally, when he asked the server if she knew any good gay bars nearby. “Oh, you wanna talk to Ian-Michael!” she exclaimed, pointing to me. I’m...
Once upon a time, I had a fuck buddy. I know, it may be confusing that Carrie-Bradshow-Looking-for-Love-Me had a fuck buddy. But I was recently out of a long relationship, I’d been on countless abysmal dates and this guy was out-of-my-league-Gorgeous (with a capital “G”). One night, while post-sex cuddling, I mentioned yet another bad date and how I feared I was undateable. “You’re not undatable,” Fuck Buddy assured me. “I would date you.” Because...
A few summers ago, a boy in my neighborhood hit me up on Grindr. He was pretty, in a generic kind of way. You know the deal: there was nothing captivating about his appearance, but there was no denying he was attractive. He asked me to come over and hang out after I finished work the next day, and I didn’t have any other plans, so I obliged. I showed up around 5:30PM, tossing my Fossil...
One day, while mindlessly swiping right and left on Tinder, I matched S. S was charming, eight years older than me, and an editor at a very well-known book publisher. He was also very masculine looking, which concerned 116-pound, platinum blonde me. “Masc 4 Masc” is a very real thing in New York City, and I’ve had my share of bad experiences with people thinking I’m “too feminine.” Despite my body type and appearance, he...
After too many margaritas and a heart to heart, I followed The Ex Fiancé to his apartment in Astoria. I was surprised by how put together it was, especially compared to the air mattress on the floor in my apartment—but The Ex Fiancé was always a better planner than I. He had a desk for homework, framed photos and superhero posters on the wall (Marvel, not DC), his own bathroom and a queen-sized bed with...
When I met C, he had just moved to the city. I invited him to meet me at my apartment, and then we’d go to Beauty & Essex, the restaurant/lounge hidden behind a pawn shop. It seemed very New York, and I wanted to give C the most New York experience that I could. C arrived to my place at 6 p.m., but I’d just gotten out of the shower. He sat on my bed,...
New York City is filled with some of the world’s most beautiful people. Even aside from the models of Fashion Week, the city is bustling with handsome, chisled, six-foot-tall boys. And when one of them asked me out for drinks, I couldn’t say no, but rather think, “Really? Me? You don’t have to ask me twice.” I think, partly, I really wanted him to be stupid. I wanted to tell everyone about my date with...
When one of my best friends, C, invited me to an office-themed art exhibit to meet a boy he’d been seeing, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my Friday evening. I met him in front of an old apartment complex in Chinatown. “He said it’s kind of complicated to get there,” C explained. We went into one apartment building, unlocked, and up six flights to the rooftop. “It’s on the roof?” I...
When my close friend Nathan Ayon announced that he was debuting a line of clothing, I couldn’t have been more excited. “Bring a date to the fashion show next week,” he told me, “and what size are you? I’ll have a special present for you.” I’d seen a preview of the line: lots of beautiful silk shirts and tailored sequin blazers. I couldn’t wait. I’d been postponing a date with a cute boy that lived...
One night, while still new to the city, a friend took me to the Pieces underwear party. I stood in the corner, wearing a pair of Diesel underwear that read “Highly Recommended” on the ass, sipping a cranberry vodka. The epitome of class. I noticed a boy looking at me across the room. When I smiled at him, he came over to me, bulging beneath camo briefs. “You looked lonely over here,” he said. “Can...