That Guy From the Gym.

I used to go to this “gay” gym all the time. I assumed every guy that worked out there was gay being that it was the hood for it. Every guy was smokin’ hot, buff, tan, and all checked each other out. The girls that went were basically non-existent to the eyes of these guys. […]

Getting My Hopes Up.

This whole gettin’ my hopes up thing has got to stop. But will it, ever? It’s that familiar giddy feeling when you first meet someone and feel they shared the same experience that you did. Much of the time, they shared a similar experience, but it doesn’t pan out the way I hope it would. […]