Purely hypothetical

So let's just say you meet this guy. And you two hook up. And it's great. You talk into the wee hours of the morning. So much in common. Such a great guy to spend time with.

I'm not sayin', I'm just sayin'.

And let's just say you follow up with some phone calls and see if the two of you can't get together for dinner. But say he's a busy guy and he travels a lot.

This is all purely hypothetical, y'unnerstan'.

And then you run into him at... Oh... Idaknow... let's just say MAL.

And he's all glad to see you. But who's that guy over his left shoulder trying to get a look at you?

Oh. It's his boyfriend.

Not sayin'. Just sayin'.

And you talk to boyfriend, who seems sort of... well... thin.

And imagine the thought runs through your head, "You're kidding me, right?"

And imagine time passes. And you run into the guy. And he tells you he's looking to buy property upstate with the boyfriend. So they can sit on the porch for hours together not saying anything. (Because if boyfriend ever had a substantial thought in his pretty little head it would be lonely, because he doesn't seem to have the intellect that the Good Lord has bestowed upon a radish.)

Ahem.

That would suck, right?

I mean, hypothetically.

Yeah. That would suck alright.

But while the guy is telling you this, your mind turns to the man you're gonna collar on Thursday as your slave. A warrior. A strong man. A good man. A man who has a mind that blazes white hot. A man with depth, and with spirit. And a very very very hot man who makes your dick jump to attention again and again.

And if that was the case, when Schlitz this hypothetical guy is telling you about how well things are going with his arm ornament, you could just stand there on Eighth Avenue and smile and say, "Good for you. That's swell."

Hypothetically.

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