Met A Hot Mark

I met a hot guy named Mark last night at the Eagle. I’ve had my eye on him for months: mid-30s, handsome, with a goatee. He smiled at me and I screwed up my courage and went over to chat him up.

He seemed very smart: described himself as a “fiscal conservative, social libertarian” (nobody’s perfect). And athletic, too. He’s on the local gay crew team.

We talked for quite a while, made fun of Andrew Sullivan, among other things. Then he said he was going to the bathroom and then might leave, which I guess was my cue. Well, no, my cue was after he gave me a couple of long, warm, deep, lovely kisses. But I kind of choked. Plus I was sure he’d come back. But he didn’t. So Mark will have to wait for the next time I see him.