I fell in love with that first pic on the dating app. You looked like a real person I could introduce to my dad. Which was always the first requirement. The first person out of the twelve that responded that look like they could be a actual student and my age and the fact you play in a Star Wars Gamers League was sweet. Gaming was all I do on weekends.
I suggested Starbucks you suggested we have sex first. I begged you not to go there yet. We compromised on me coming over for video games. An excuse to watch you run around shirtless in your boxer shorts. You were so working to get me in bed while not doing anything directly. You just kept getting up and walking around.
We were having a blast getting to know each other. Exchanged our gamer names and realized we had played with each other before online. Explaining why we think we need a dating app was the local gay bar sucks we are both under twenty-one.
Finally I go to leave and you begged me to stay. I say I want too but I have rules never on the first date. I want a boyfriend not a one night stand from a dating app. You insist we meet again tomorrow early enough for dinner and a movie. You work Fridays at the Student Union and are done at work at five-thirty.
I was in love and waiting to find out you are not really gay. Had a wife and kid or a boyfriend stashed somewhere. I go home to student run housing and dream of the possibilities. I wake up in time for my 10 AM online class. I eat some Ramon and another class at 1 PM. I am attempting to do homework but stuck thinking about our date tonight. Look at that pic and just can't help but I am falling in love.
I get a text from the student desk stating I have a delivery can they bring it up, or should they hold for pickup. I say I am there please deliver. I had zero idea it was you coming over early with rainbow flowers and wearing a rainbow t shirt showing off your mussels. I swear everyone on the floor was in the hall and watching.
I was wearing black basketball shorts and no shirt and your mouth dropped to the floor when I opened the door. My pictures on the dating app were a lot less revealing. You closed the door explaining you cannot get me out of your head. That I am the best possible chance for a gay relationship the whole point of joining a dating app in the first place.
Personally I was thinking all this time he was too hot, too cute, to pick me. Even weirder he was thinking that about me of all people. Base on how we see ourselves, and not how others see us. We both want the same ending so much. To be boyfriends in a relationship with each other if possible.
First we both agreed we were extremely attracted to each other. We both agreed we were not interested in casual sex and wanted a long term relationship. I could move into his apartment as soon as possible and share expenses. No matter how much we liked or did not like the sex. We would work on making it great for both of us.
Tim - So does this me we are officially boyfriends.
Jack - Yes. it does. Can I all you babe? Too gay?
Tim - So, boyfriend why don't you pack a overnight bad and plan to spend the night at my apartment tonight.
Jack - fine let's do this.
We exit my room as someone shouts faggots. Tim takes my hand and we shared our first kiss. We stayed in bed the whole weekend and found out we were perfect for each other. Even my dad my was impressed when they met at Christmas. Mom starts to clear the table saying. Gay people deserve to live happily ever after too. What is my chances for grandchildren?
The Gay Dating Application - Story Time Blog
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