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I saw you through the crowd at High Water Mark and you practically pulled the homosexual out of me. As a baby gay myself, I struggle with confidently pursuing other she/theys (pls correct if wrong) but for the first time in my life I truly regret not saying anything. I desperately long to be the other half of that love sandwich, but more literally i just want to know you. Whether you’re hot and seeking, or just hot and not, I just wanted to say well done and I hope you know the volume of eyes locked on you the other night. I know I wasn’t the only one, you just have that magnetism. Let me put a name to that face, sludge queen. I’m on fire.
Context: you had a vintage coach purse and a short shullet paired with your striking eyes. Nice hands. I was just a rodeo clown in cowboy boots
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