My Name is Eric, and I'm a Homosexual

After sleeping in til about 2:30 this afternoon, I managed to get my shit together and head to Longmont. I have been going there every week for a while now, due to the fact that I have been unemployed and broke; Mom's been giving me money to live, and that requires a visit.

I finally pulled into Longmont on the bus at about 5:45, spent my last $7 on coffee and cigarettes, and waited for my mom to pick me up.

You see, several times a week, my mom and her boyfriend go to NA meetings. They are recovered addicts, obviously. Every so often I decide to tag along, for various reasons. All of which include scamming on attractive "bad boys."

I haven't been to a meeting in quite some time, so I figured I was due for one. Especially considering my recent extra-curricular activities, not to mention the fact that I have had zero guys in my life recently. So, I went.

And I was rewarded the moment I stepped in the room. Sitting right by the door was this total cutie. He was just my type:

-Short, dark hair.
-Clear skin.
-Tan complexion.
-Tattoos, all over both arms, and a few peeking out the collar of his shirt.

All that was missing was a few inches, of height. Keep you mind out of the gutter, ladies.

The whole hour-long meeting I was wondering if he was gay or not. There were several things to make me think yes, yet several things that made me doubt it. My mom and I made comments to each other periodically, and both of us were leaning toward 'mo.

At the end of the meeting, I kept my eyes on him. When he headed outside for a cigarette, I quickly ditched my mom and followed him outside. I was on the hunt. I asked the group of smokers for a light, and he whipped his matches out quicker than lightning. We made some small talk, and then he left. That's it.

I was intent on coming back next week, with the hopes of seeing him again. Then I remembered that I have training at Whole Foods, and will most likely not be able to come up.

Oh well, it was nice while it lasted.

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