Have you ever had that moment after a breakup that you find yourself getting messages from people in the woodworks. They talk about how they liked you and wanted to ask you out on a date? If not, you are in luck. That has been my life for the past couple of months. I am a unique soul because I do find a lot of men attractive: I am a twink Asian who finds bears, twinks, Asians, White and a plethora of other men attractive. I am someone who’d like to consider myself a very body positive person. It’s not what they look like that matters to me, it’s more about personality.
A proposal of a date is quite far from what I am looking for now. I would rather just have my quarantine bae and cuddle through the cupping season. But like life has it, things show up when you least expect it.
The year was 2020. Place was San Francisco. The night like any other night except there was a bit more wine consumption than anticipated. I had spent the night calling upon an old flings. One in particular I had texted prior with the premise of informing him of my life updates: laid off, a divorce, and moving locations. This one in particular stuck out because it was only a block away from where he was staying the last time we hung out, which was about 1 or 2 years ago. It was a coincidence that when I mentioned I was moving to his part of the city, that he asked who I was moving in with. There was a poly gay guy and a straight guy.
He proceeded to ask for their names, I gave them both names. In response, he mentioned that he knew my gay, attractive, polyamourous housemate. My new housemate is fun and likes to game, something they shared in common. I noticed the connection between my friend and my new housemate.
So conversation lent an opening to talk more about more than just topical things. We spent the next few days texting about our lives and how we view the world. It was nice to reconnect with him. I have been bad on my end of catching up with some of the people in my life. But that is how life works in a pandemic. Some friends just drop off the face of the planet, others find some new hobbies, but in that time people lose connection with others. It’s okay, that’s fine because some of those relationships will start again like no time has passed.
To continue my story of reconnecting with an old fling after all. He was someone I went to university with and worked with as a resident advisor (RA). He was around my height, white, and super cute. His slick hair, hamster-like teeth, and sparkling personality had been weak on my knees. He was the one I was too timid to talk to much through our time in college. Thankfully we were able to reconnect. Catch up and hang out. I am most fortunate for his kindness. We did like any old gay acquaintance would do: complement one another on their looks, the new place and their accomplishments. We spent the night talking, watching Steven Universe, and cuddling. That’s all folks! He has a boyfriend and they are not non-monogamous.
Reconnect. To those who are losing faith in life, I say don’t give up. Reach out to a friend, family member, or acquaintance who might get a smile from that message. Reach out to us and tell us how we are doing? We are rounding on a year of starting this blog.
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-Your Friendly and Talkative Poly Guy 2
