My So Called Gay Black Southern Life

Now, if that title does not spark your interest then something truly must be wrong with you. Just wehn you think that life has thrown you just about everything up its sneaky sleeve, She spins your head around more than before. The latest “spin” from Good Ole Life came in the form of this young guy I met. For all intents and purposes I shall refer to him as “The Fetus” or maybe even “F” for short…I refer to him as the Fetus because he is quite a bit younger than me, myself being 28 and him a mere 20 years young. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not one to look down at those who decided to date outside of their age group. Hell, I went on a date with a 56 year old man a few weeks back (needless to say, that one didn’t really work out). I do believe “to each his own” and all that crap. This chance meeting took place where so many do these days…The Internet! Yes, I met a fetus in a local chat on a popular gay chat site. I had seen him online before but never thought to speak to him due to the difference in age, however, on this particular day he made the first move. We chatted for about an hour or so and he ended up giving me his number (something that normally would freak me out for happening so quickly). I ended up meeting him at his place of work for a brief moment only to realize that he was indeed 20 yrs old, facial features still unformed, webbed fingers, toes and a tail…No, kidding, he was a cute kid, I thought…Kid being the word of choice. At any rate we talked on the phone that night and the next day. I kept my “Great Wall of China” around me the whole time. After a day of dodging his phonecalls, IMs and emails, I finally responded to his request to meet him at his former Art school with his friend. He met me at the door and I thought that he was still a cute kid and that I would stay for a few minutes and jet out but something inside let go and gave the guy a chance. I ended up having the time of my life and really liking him. Kind of odd for me, especially since I have worked so hard to push people away the last few months. So we’ll see where this all goes. He did make the first move and kiss me. It was awkward, but very nice in that “first awkward kiss” sorta way. Nice and innocent. So there, a fetus has made me actually smile for real. Who would have thought? I’ll keep you posted on the happenings. Well, gotta get packed..going to my best friend’s place out of town for the holiday. I made cornbread dressing from scratch..yummm…at least one of the kids got the cooking gene from Mom (and it had to be the son…) Come to think of it, my big sis did get the woodworking gene from Dad..Enough said..talk at cha later!