The Gorgeous Man

I was hanging out with friends at my favorite watering hole, ah, bar. As the night moved forward more friends of friends joined the group. Eventually a blond boy approaches; he knows one of my friends and seems really cool. He’s not drunk at the moment. It’s still early in the evening. At this point he can still hold a conversation and stand on his feet. He isn’t swaying like a wounded palm tree. 

Fast forward to later in the evening when he starts to hit on everything with two feet. Any man is fodder. He freely admits to wanting sex, lots and lots of it. While the dopey look on his face suggests he wants everyone he approaches to simply admit he’s hot. Once they show interest he moves away, to the next man in the room. I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by this stunning man who felt the need to bounce from person to person begging for compliments. I can’t help but think of the parallels between this blatant need to be loved, to bathe himself in meaningless compliments.  Yet to also move away once that compliment and smile were handed to him. The never ending dance.

I reached a point, where I just wanted to stand back and watch. I’m a people watcher at heart. It’s my favorite sport; well I’m a writer so it comes with the maddening turf. He simply perplexed me, this gorgeous man. At this point in the show, the alcohol was getting to me as well. I on the other hand, I’m not a sloppy drunk. I still retain my faculties. I just slur. I’m also introspective when drunk and my thoughts create weird stories. I don’t hop from man to man. Much. So as the group of friends dispersed, chasing after their own interests and new men joined the crowd at the bar. The man continued to gather his compliments and give nothing back. I asked him, early in the evening. If he thought he was hot? He laughed it off, with a very insecure chuckle. I can only image what he sees in the mirror each time he looks.

Comments

[Lyon]

I'm with you, brother. I've never understood this obsession with party-sized cock, either. It's been my experience that guys with the biggest members are usually the lousiest of lays. It doesn't matter if I'm with my boyfriend or a trick I met on the street, I want intimacy that transcends the old in-and-out. In fact, the best partners to me are guys that know how to kiss. I'll take a night of slow, wet, spit-swapping kisses over a John Holmes dick any old day of the week.

When it comes to relationships, I look for a sense of humor and a down-to-earth attitude. If some guy approaches me, and he's only interested in the clothes I wear and the car I drive and the people with whom I associate, I won't say a word. I'll just walk away.

[Derrick]

i know too many people like that. in fact, i'm kinda like that. which isn't to say i'm stunning because...no. but i look back to when i was younger and how sometimes i'd flirt purposefully just to be flirted with and then that was that, i'd go. i never kissed them or hooked up or anything i just flirted a little or enough to get him to flirt heavily back with me and then i'd go. i chalk it up to just being young and new and gay and immensely insecure/self loathing. i'm thankful that it wasn't worse. i know alot of guys who sleep around out of an insecure need for attention or affection. i just selfishly flirted. i dislike that aspect of my past now, however.

[Spike]

i think there's a disorder for this. sounds a little sociopathic...