The Turd Bloggeth

Through the magic of Facebook, I recognized a guy I met on Saturday at Deco in a picture posted by a friend. We had started chatting on Gay.com and decided to meet for a beer.

He looked older and a bit chubbier than his pictures, but not unacceptably so. You know, the type of guy who photographs very well - they can't help they are photogenic. It certainly wasn't deceptive in any way (as if he had used pictures from 5 years and 50 pounds ago).

Conversation was a complete dud from the start. We didn't have much in common other than we are both shy and awkward. He wasn't a bad guy for sure. But I also wasn't enjoying spending time with him. This meetup was a turd.

Pascal showed up, so I latched onto him and disappeared. I came back a few minutes later to find he'd left. I felt like a jerk just abandoning the guy (not that it stopped me).

Luckily, according to his blog (which I found through Facebook, bringing this ramble full circle), he was just as uncomfortable and bored as I was. And I did seem like a jerk. Sadly, the Leo in my was mildly elated that he was bothered enough to make his monthly post about it. You know, because at least I'm an exceptional jerk.

On a side note, the dude thought Pascal was either my daddy, boyfriend or fuck buddy. Pascal could easily pass for a porn star my age. He certainly isn't daddy material yet!