On the six month anniversary of my last faux-coitus (it’s easier to keep track when you don’t do it much), I’m going to make a bold move. There is this guy who has been riding on the train with me in the morning. No, not THIS boy. I haven’t seen him in forever. He is dead to me.
This new guy and I have had quite a romance over these past few days. It started off as innocent glances. But today, it turned into a full-on, carnal, man-on-man, sitting-next-to-each-other, romp.
Fshew! Let me tell you. He gives the best sitting-next-to I’ve gotten in a long time.
Normally we’ve just been making sweet, sweet, eye love from across the aisle, but today he took the first step in what I can only imagine as the everlasting staircase of a loving and fulfulling relationship. He sat next to me. We both fell asleep, so technically we’ve slept together already. Frankly I’m glad to have that out of the way so quickly. And believe it or not, there wasn’t any pointing, laughing, or crying quietly in the bathroom like there normally is.
So I think the next step is to say hi. Hopefully by the next time I post, I will have actually said two words to this person. I’m thinking about “Good morning“, “Hey there“, or “Meet you in the bathroom in two minutes, act casual, and don’t fuck it up“. That last one goes over the two words I have allocated for our first conversation, but it might be worth it. Key words: “might be“. Completely dependent upon him of course. I am perfect at everything I do.
Oddly enough, I’m strangely good at starting up conversations with guys. It’s everything that comes out of my mouth afterwards that’s the problem. But if he’s still interested after watching me read “The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader” on the train, we’re halfway there.
Whoa, we’re just alike. It’s been six months and three days since my last faux-coitus! Granted I got a few fellatio treatments in that time but still.
welcome back MR. PUNTABULOUS! this is the beginning of a wonbderful saga, I can tell…..
GO FOR IT BABE!! How could he say no to that gorgeous face?
There’s no harm in a friendly “Good Morning” on the train. Go for it!
Gay or straight, how can a human being resist the charm of the Craig I know and love?? Good luck!
ps: I’m partial to the oops-I-groped-your-privates-is-this-train-conductor-CRAZY?! conversation starter. It’s never gone over so well for me, but I’m sure it’ll work for you!
If you do a little “fake sleep” on the train, you can always innocently let your head fall onto his shoulder and your hand fall into his lap. Be smooth, little Punty…make Dubbie proud!