tried to “hide” the fact that I was a man. I got off on the curious looks I’d get as someone tried to figure out what I was. I’ve always hated labels, and I was just as likely to shop at Victoria’s Secret—love their Pink line—as American Outfitters. I called my style… me. If I liked it, I wore it—there was no rhyme or reason.
However, before meeting Lance for lunch, I spent extra time in front of the mirror and added a few more “feminine” touches than normal. I’d also chosen a pair of black silk skinny pants with matching knee-high boots sporting six-inch heels, a pale yellow blouse with white, black, and yellow swirl designs, and a fringed scarf tied around my neck. Because of the freezing temps, I added a calf-length black wool coat, a yellow knit beret, and yellow fluffy mittens. I admit I was very, very feminine in appearance but I had decided after Lance had left my dorm that I was going to be that gay-curious man’s first, come hell or high water. I pulled out the big guns.
Some of my jolly mood in anticipation of seeing Lance fell as I rounded the corner and saw the line outside the deli. It was one of the most popular places to eat. Not only was the food cheap, it tasted good and was right on campus. Shit! I only had an hour before my next class and I was hungry. The half muffin I’d had earlier hadn’t been enough.
As I walked past the window, I scanned through the crowd inside, hoping Lance had gotten there early and had a table. No such luck. He wasn’t sitting at any of the tables, at the counter, and from what I could tell, he wasn't among the crowd waiting in line either. I sighed and rubbed my hands together. I could already feel the cold wind seeping through the knitted mittens.
After about five minutes, I started shifting my weight from side to side. My footwear wasn’t exactly winter-friendly and my toes were starting to go as numb as my ears and nose. I did my best to cover my face with my mittens to block the wind. Rudolph was not a good look for me. I still hadn’t spotted Lance and was seriously contemplating heading back to the dorm, when a car horn sounded, grabbing my attention.
An older red Chevy, I think it was a Cavalier, had pulled to a stop. The passenger side window went down slowly, and I spotted Lance leaning across the seat. “Danny, c’mon, get in.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I’d already left my place in line and was heading for the car. Just as I got to it, the door was pushed open and I slid into the seat and slammed the door.
“Oh, thank God you showed up when you did. I was seriously debating whether another few minutes of waiting were worth freezing my nuts off.”
Lance chuckled and pulled away from the road. “Wouldn’t want that to happen.”
“Yeah, no shit,” I agreed, rolling up the window. Only then did I notice the smell of pizza sauce, sausage, and yeast. “You got pizza?”
“Yeah, I left class early thinking I’d be able to get a table.” He shrugged and turned on his blinker. “Guess everyone had that same idea. It was packed by eleven thirty, so I went and grabbed us a pizza.” He turned right at the next intersection.
“Nice recovery. I’m starving.”
Lance winked at me. “Then you’ll be glad to know I got a large.”
“This is where you’re taking me to lunch?” I questioned, as he pulled into the parking garage.
“Impressed, aren’t you?”
I gave him my best exasperated look and rolled my eyes. “Totally.”
“I knew you would be.”
Actually, I was impressed. I only had about fifty minutes before I had to be back in class and his thoughtfulness meant I wasn’t going to have to wait in line anywhere, or worse, go hungry for the next couple of hours.
He pulled into a deserted section of the garage and parked. He kept the car running, the heater on full blast, reached behind him, grabbed the pizza box, and opened it. I pulled off my mittens and grabbed a slice. “Thanks.”
“You’re
However, before meeting Lance for lunch, I spent extra time in front of the mirror and added a few more “feminine” touches than normal. I’d also chosen a pair of black silk skinny pants with matching knee-high boots sporting six-inch heels, a pale yellow blouse with white, black, and yellow swirl designs, and a fringed scarf tied around my neck. Because of the freezing temps, I added a calf-length black wool coat, a yellow knit beret, and yellow fluffy mittens. I admit I was very, very feminine in appearance but I had decided after Lance had left my dorm that I was going to be that gay-curious man’s first, come hell or high water. I pulled out the big guns.
Some of my jolly mood in anticipation of seeing Lance fell as I rounded the corner and saw the line outside the deli. It was one of the most popular places to eat. Not only was the food cheap, it tasted good and was right on campus. Shit! I only had an hour before my next class and I was hungry. The half muffin I’d had earlier hadn’t been enough.
As I walked past the window, I scanned through the crowd inside, hoping Lance had gotten there early and had a table. No such luck. He wasn’t sitting at any of the tables, at the counter, and from what I could tell, he wasn't among the crowd waiting in line either. I sighed and rubbed my hands together. I could already feel the cold wind seeping through the knitted mittens.
After about five minutes, I started shifting my weight from side to side. My footwear wasn’t exactly winter-friendly and my toes were starting to go as numb as my ears and nose. I did my best to cover my face with my mittens to block the wind. Rudolph was not a good look for me. I still hadn’t spotted Lance and was seriously contemplating heading back to the dorm, when a car horn sounded, grabbing my attention.
An older red Chevy, I think it was a Cavalier, had pulled to a stop. The passenger side window went down slowly, and I spotted Lance leaning across the seat. “Danny, c’mon, get in.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I’d already left my place in line and was heading for the car. Just as I got to it, the door was pushed open and I slid into the seat and slammed the door.
“Oh, thank God you showed up when you did. I was seriously debating whether another few minutes of waiting were worth freezing my nuts off.”
Lance chuckled and pulled away from the road. “Wouldn’t want that to happen.”
“Yeah, no shit,” I agreed, rolling up the window. Only then did I notice the smell of pizza sauce, sausage, and yeast. “You got pizza?”
“Yeah, I left class early thinking I’d be able to get a table.” He shrugged and turned on his blinker. “Guess everyone had that same idea. It was packed by eleven thirty, so I went and grabbed us a pizza.” He turned right at the next intersection.
“Nice recovery. I’m starving.”
Lance winked at me. “Then you’ll be glad to know I got a large.”
“This is where you’re taking me to lunch?” I questioned, as he pulled into the parking garage.
“Impressed, aren’t you?”
I gave him my best exasperated look and rolled my eyes. “Totally.”
“I knew you would be.”
Actually, I was impressed. I only had about fifty minutes before I had to be back in class and his thoughtfulness meant I wasn’t going to have to wait in line anywhere, or worse, go hungry for the next couple of hours.
He pulled into a deserted section of the garage and parked. He kept the car running, the heater on full blast, reached behind him, grabbed the pizza box, and opened it. I pulled off my mittens and grabbed a slice. “Thanks.”
“You’re
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