A trainer at my gym, who often flirts with me. Very funny and playful guy.
I see a man walking down Market Street in chinos and no shirt, sunglasses. Nice. Lean muscle, grey fur. He's looking at me. Nice. Off come the glasses and a big smile, it's him. We converse. He inquires. I prevaricate. He presses. I explain. He says, "You know, I've been with my first love now for 17 years. I don't know what it's like to have my heart broken."
I resist the urge to kill him and instead, in good reaction formation style, tell him that he is blessed by God and I wish him a long life without knowing anything about it, cause it really sucks. Really
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