Ugh. This was not what he wanted for his post. Chris swore he had a filter for ‘hot mess.’ This… whatever it was… This was perfect. He didn’t want that.
Ok. This was getting more than annoying. Chris needed to think imperfectly.
Hmmmmm. Maybe Lindsey Lohan had an app… Chris dove in the App Store to find out.
when i was young a girl told me I'm like the boys on the playground even though it doesn't make sense because i have long hair
when I was a bit older a gril told me when i have cut my hair short she wished the boys in our class would have a haircut like me then they would all look better
when I was a bit older a girl told me she likes that her friends think she has a boyfriend after I lent her my hoodie
when I was a bit older a girl told me her friend thinks I'm her boyfriend after she saw us hug a few times
when I was a bit older a girl told me i look better in a suit than all the boys at prom
when I was a bit older a girl told me if the boy she used to like was like me then she wouldn't have stopped liking him
when I was a bit older a girl told me she wanted somebody whose hugs were as comfortable as mine
when I was a bit older a girl told me she liked boys before she kissed me
when I was a bit older a girl told me she wishes all boys were like me after I paid for her drink and held the door for her
when I was a bit older a girl told me she liked boys but i was her exception
when I was a bit older a girl told me it's a great shame I'm not a boy that she would have liked me
when I'm a bit older i wish a girl would tell me I'm enough not being a boy
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found this in my notes...apparently drunk me has some things to say...don't know where i was going with this but might as well post it...anyway enjoy
Chris looked outside at the chaos below in search of its cause. Whatever presented itself here was big… really big. Like BIG, BIG.
Well, it was a good thing his thong was tiny. Perhaps it might help balance things out. Gay fashion always did thrive on size differences and exaggerated proportions.
Whatever it was, it was what it was, and what that was Chris didn’t know.
The people below sure seemed pretty clued in tho…
What Chris needed was more back up …but could he wear more than one thong? The thought consumed him. This second thong thing was a first.
Wait …no. No it wasn’t. He and his equally hot boyfriend Brad did that all the time when dancing. More layers meant more tips as they poured in every time something was taken off. So then what the f was this whole fiasco below all about?!?
Chris found himself more frustrated than ever. He was either at the cusp of figuring it out or really really horny and just not aware of its manifestation…
Well… the whole thing blew over a few minutes later when Brad came in the room. He was already stirred up by some random exhibitionist that was live streaming and didn’t know it. He almost felt bad for the guy but he was just too hot to let that in. Brad needed to go in for this one so he did.
Chris wouldn’t make the connection until grilling extra plump double jumbo hot dogs on their balcony the following St Patrick’s Day.