I went to a foam party this weekend with a friend. There were lots of nice hotties about, both gay and straight. And the gay guys were doing the typical “lets see if we can disrupt the laws of physics and dance in the exact same molecular space.”
I went to the bathroom where this guy walked to the urinal next to me and had a “conversation” with me that didn’t require me to actually say anything. He looked like a college football player, or had that body, sort of the corn feed cuteness that some of these mid-westerners get, that lasts them through their 20s. Again, I’m wearing a box cut swimsuit, I slathered my body in vitamin e oil to void the parched earth look that foam gives your body afterwards, and was glistening like a porn star, and am vary tan, so I would not look more gay unless I added heels and a boa. Football guy was drunk and asked me, “Are you gay? Cause there’s lots of gay guys here and its weirding me out, are you weirded out by this?” And then he turned and left. I didn’t get to respond to any of it.
Later I went back on to the dance floor and this really hot guy with an incredible body was making passes at my friend. When I walked up to them though, he switched his attention to me. We made out then he turned and we did the dirty dancing bit.
Then the football player guy comes up from the bathroom and says to me, “I thought you were straight?” I say, “Oh, I am, these are just my friends.”