Mr. Stoic

I worked in a coffee shop inside of a grocery store. Usually spent my time staring at the daddies walking around with their families. What is it with all these straight men with big asses? its not fair! here i am, a top who wishes he could be vers, and someone who hasnt hit the gym has a better looking ass than i do.  One day around December i notice him. Tall, white, big shoulders, brown jacket with that wool collar, black hat and the worlds thickest brown mustache. He looked at me and kept walking as if i didnt matter. I noticed him a lot. Always bought chicken in the deli. One of my coworkers noticed him and asked if he was my type. We dubbed him mustache. I eventually found out he worked in my store. A meat cutter actually. I could see him staring off into space all the time as i made an effort to walk by him as often as i could. He was always scratching his throat with a cough. 

One day i finally say hello while we are on lunch. He asked where i work and i asked him where the accent was from. His eyes, so green. It was hard not to get lost in his eyes. It looked like he was trying hard to see me, but i ignored that fact. His accent was from Palm Springs. this dude sounded like a surfer. His voice was so deep and his laugh resembled a giddy Ron Swanson. I had a huge crush on this dude. He told me his name but i couldnt remember it. I would call him Tyler or Travis or even Chad once. He would correct me every time nicely, although i could hear a slight bit annoyance in his tone. I needed to throw this guy off my trail. Trent. 

I eventually got it right. we would chat and make small talk. then for weeks on end he would walk past me with this god awful glare and just keep walking. his stare would only break off because of his walking away. Did he find out i was gay? that was shitty. so one day as we made our regular stare down i said "hey!, hi" and stuck my hand out. he shook it and looked puzzled. I said i miss saying hi to him and he apologized. said that work is just work and he doesnt pay much attention aside trying to leave to see his girlfriend. 

That was that. we exchanged nods for a bit until i decided to take a different path at work to avoid him. Out of respect. Come March a buddy and i get tickets to watch Alita Battle Angel. i'm a sucker for rules so as im walking up to my seat im annoyed someone is sitting next to it. the entire theater is empty! but whatever. during the previous i recognize that fucking cough. ITS FUCKING TRENT. hes sitting one seat away (i didnt want to sit next to someone i didnt know so i scootched a seat). I stretch out my hand and it takes him a minute to place my face outside of work. I introduce myself to the beautiful girl thats with him. Even for a gay man i recognized how perfect she was. It struck a jealous core within my being. 

During the previews she gets up for more popcorn and i kinda joked as to why he isnt getting her more popcorn. He points out that they had broken up, but she wants to remain friends. I got excited for a second. Then follows it with that she cries almost everytime and he doesnt want to be around it anymore. We watch the movie and carry on. At work we end up talking more. I showed him a meme and he laughed so hard it made me smile. He looks so stoic at times. Like the meanest guy ever, but his green eyes get lost in his cheeky smile that its adorable. 

I muster the courage to add him on insta. Nothing. i delete the request and add him a couple of days later and come to my surprise. He has a twin! they looked alike but distinguishable. We share memes and i go through his pictures. grateful than he grew out of that god awful haircut and decided to grow his hair. We go on for weeks sending memes. Made plans to hangout and before the day i told him i was gay. I figured it was best to let him know now vs later. 

He says he figured and adds that he is bisexual. My heart sank. i mean as a straight guy i figured he didnt see anything in me. I'm 5'5" and 180 lbs. nothing fancy. He's 6'3" and has the perfect body. Broad and muscular and perfectly huggable. But as a bisexual guy, there was that potential, but now i wouldnt be his type and that hurts more. We go one sending memes and texting pretty regularly. I begin to get cocky around him because he loves my humor. We made plans but he ditched every time. I finally muster up the courage to ask him to get drinks and he agrees. 

So. Fastforward to OPENING night for Infinity War. i do my research that the movie is 3 hours long. being the dork that i am i decide not to eat or drink before the movie. 3 HOURS before the movie to be exact. didnt want to chance it. We made the plans for the bar after the movie. i was going with a buddy so he would pick me up after. i also said if i get too drunk that i could crash on his couch. So long as i didnt mind cats he agreed. the movie was great! after ward i take a piss and being the uncut gent that i am i dry off with some tp and start to pick off the left overs so in case anything happens ill be clean haha. i was so ahead of myself. 

He picks me up after the movie. i cant tall what car is his. but he shines his bright and i approach. We go to his place to pick up his brother and brothers gf. God shes beautiful too. Her voice was unlike anything ive heard. She belonged in a bar somewhere classy, but could kick ass when the zombie apocalypse hit. Any who, we get to the pub and they immediately order shots. I order food but take a shot with them, followed by a jello shot with trent followed by my first whiskey sour ever. So yes, 6 hours of no food or water plus a shit town of alcohol and i got drunk quite fast. i noticed as we talked that i would start to lean in so i would stand up and scoot over away from him. 

Then it happened. The topic i dreaded. He asked about family and what brought me to washington so i got emotional. he put his arm on me and i walked away as fast as i could. first to break the seal in the bathroom and second to get a breather outside. I couldnt think. I needed that couch so i could lay down. after a few minutes i come back inside. the brother motions to Trent that im back inside and Trent is next to me before i could lean on the wall. asks if im ok. we get to talking and he leans in and says that our clothes are rather similar. like our sense of fashion is pretty much the same. WHO the fuck says that?! before i could respond he puts his hand behind my shoulder as says "I've kinda been able to tell that youve liked me for while, and if you cant tell i really like you too." 

More to come when im not drunk and fighting the emotions this story brings.