Whore Magnet

"You're a whore magnet!"

I was about to argue with Cute Jeff, but then I thought about it.

***

It was only hours since my date with G.O.P., and my friend had called to hang out. Technically we weren't quite friends...yet. I'd met him only a month and a half before, and we'd hung out less than half a dozen times. But I'd enjoyed our conversations, and he'd proven fun to hang out with, so I drove out to WeHo to meet him before deciding what to do for the evening.

He had a nice apartment, interesting modern furniture. It made sense; he made his living doing furniture design. We chatted, he in his bedroom, I in the living room, as he finished getting ready to go out. I told him about G.O.P., and appreciated his comments. Basically that regardless of the number checks next to the items listed on the mental laundry list of sought after characteristics, that spark, that je ne sais quoi that translates into mutual chemistry may not occur.

He stepped out of the bedroom with this nugget of truth, applying product to his hair wearing low rise jeans and a necklace, showing off his surprisingly compact waist and six pack. And he asked whether I thought there was any chemistry between us. I didn't know how to respond. I thought we were destined down the friendship path, never once thinking there may be any interest on his part. He gave me little time to think about an appropriate response.

But an hour afterwards I was still thinking about my response as I stepped out of the shower. By this time, it was obvious there was mutual chemistry. And as he grabbed clean towels from the room directly across from the bathroom, I noticed the table in that room.

"Hey, so what's the deal with that table," I asked.

"Oh. I do massage on the side."

"What kind of massage?"

"Well....I do shiatsu and esalen and deep tissue. You know typical gay massage."

"So how far do you go."

"I try to stay competitive. It's really a competitive market out there."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, you know. Full release. Sometimes prostate. And I do it in the nude."

***

Yeah, so I was going to argue with Cute Jeff, but I realized I didn't have a foot to stand on. I gave up my cash and prizes to...him.

But I don't like the moniker "whore magnet." I much prefer "person-of-ill-repute magnet."

I hate dating in L.A.

Comments

[Steven.]

Of course you don't have a foot to stand on.

You've probably laid on the guy's massage table.

[fishering]

"Sometimes prostate?" Good lord! That's like saying, "Sometimes fisting."

[eric m.]

"sometimes pregnant" "sometimes love" "sometimes no kissing"

I hate dating in L.A. too :-)

[jason]

A "person-of-ill-repute magnet"? But then WHY am I attracted to you?

Oh.
I get it.
Damn.
;-)

[Paul]

Does that mean you didn't get a prostate massage?

Paul