IT SNOWED in some parts of Newcastle on my birthday.
Where I was, in New York, North Shields, there were light flurries around 11 a.m.
I know because I was freezing at the bus station.
I wanted to be with this hot guy I met on Grindr.
It’s my 53rd birthday, and I just got to have some.
I don’t have a boyfriend.
And I’m traveling.
So yeah, it is understood that this is going to be just a random, casual, hookup.
A birthday f*ck, if you will.
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Grindr profile: Bi not out 27, blank
(Translation: bisexual, not out or closeted, 27 years old, no profile picture.)
Weight: 179 lb
Body type: Average
Gender: Man
Position: Top
Looking for: Right Now
Accepts NSFW* Pics: Yes Please
(*NSFW means Not Safe For Work; but, of course, the gay guys could always read it as Not Safe For Wife. Haha!)
***
Grindr alerted me that Bi Not Out viewed my profile.
So I viewed his.
An eye for an eye.
And in a perverted way, You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.
Only in this case, You viewed mine first, I’ll review yours, too.
***
There’s nothing appealing for me about a blank profile on Grindr.
I will have to demand a photo before I decide to meet up anyway.
But I like the idea of 27.
And of a “not out.”
And, of course, there’s the proximity clause: he is only 1.4 miles away from me.
In the worst case scenario, I can walk that distance even in the flurries or soft snow.
It will take me half an hour—Google Maps says 32 minutes, but I bet I can make it in 28 or less.
So, again, it’s my birthday, I want to hookup and release some steam, so I messaged Bi Not Out.
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=Hi there. (11:19 am)
—Hey
=What are u up to now?
—Working from home. Yourself?
=Hmmmm, looking. Haha
—I’m a bottom Virgin mind
(Hey, where’s the “Position: Top” that he declared in his profile? But whatever!)
=Bottoms are God’s gifts. Haha
—How come
=It’s a joke. I just meant each one is uniquely beautiful
—I’d like to try being f*cked
=We can definitely try that.
(Sorry, not sorry, prudes, I actually sent him my only dick pic.)
—I’m straight with a gf too
=That’s fine if u wanna meet. I’ve been with lots of bi. =They’re cool. Discreet, if at all.
—I cant leave home so you’d need to come to me, do you have condoms?
=Ok. Later is OK or has it to be now? Got condoms, yes. Location please
—Do you know how to massage?
=Yes. Very well
—Can you massage my naked body?
=Sure. U got oils or lotions?
—Yeah got a baby lotion bottle
=Perfect. Send me ur pic & location?
(And he sent the location map available on Grindr.)
—Do you last ages or cum quickly
=It depends, no complaints so far. Haha.
—I like quick.
=Sorry, I need ur street address, I’m bussing my way
—Bu*t Avenue, this is my gf house but she is at work, how long will it take you
=Oh, no. What time does she come back?
—1.30/2
=I dunno. That’s pretty tight schedule
—Where abouts are you like?
=Brookland Terrace and Westminster Ave, Mafeking Place
—Shouldn’t take you too long to get here
=By walking or by bus? Haha
—Bus
=Photo please (11:53 am)
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Disclaimer: No prince was hurt in the writing of this story based on real events. Haha.
This is a four-part mini-series, because I like building a suspense. Haha.
Happy reading! (To be continued)/PN
