First thing I did coming back home from work was starting my computer and checking my mail. I thought he liked me because when I gave him my e-mail address on a pice of paper from my packet of cigarettes he smiled.
It’s better I don’t think about it…it’s becoming an obsession I said to myself
I met him a few days ago, he works for a company installing fire alarm systems and he is working in our company on a time contract since a few weeks. I called him “the flying Dutchman” because he worked constantly near to the ceiling. One day I entered the container in the smokers zone and he was there sitting on the ground, dirty and sweaty a red Coke cap covering his face, the cigarette hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Nobody was there. I normally don’t stare at people, surely not at guys, but with him I couldn’t help.
He took away his cap showing his mohawk and his blue eyes. I couldn’t tell if he was handsome, but his eyes were of a blue I had never seen.
He looked at me without changing expression and when I realized I was staring I felt my cheeks getting warmer.
“Sorry I was staring…I actually thought you were sleeping…or sort of” I said. No answer from his part. Probably he thought I was an idiot, or he understood immediately that I liked him, probably he was used to it.
He stood up, towering on me (I am 165 cm you know…that happens all the time!) and he said: “Can I have a Cig from you to smoke later? I finished mines” I nodded and took out my packet “Menthol?” he commented “well, I…” I tried to say something but he turned away and he went out without adding a word.
The day after I didn’t see him in the smoker’s room. After smoking my cigarette, I took the stair back to my office and I found him there, with a packet of Marlboro in his hand.
“Here” he said “learn to smoke like a man” then he turned to go down the stairs.
I had to do something! I had to see him again! ”Wait…” I said; I took out the pen from my pocket, I pulled off a piece of paper from my packet of cigarettes and I wrote quickly my e-mail address. I gave him the paper and he looked at it shortly, then he casted me a glance smiling.
”thanks” he said, and he disappeared down the stairs.
Fuck you Bo! why your e-mail address you nerd! you had to give him your phone number…it was too late in any case, now I just had to wait and see.
Since than almost a week had passed and I still didn’t get any message but everyday I checked it out, I am a die-hard…
That evening I decided to start MSN, maybe some of my friends would have been connected…at least I could chat and think about something else.
As I logged in a request for connection popped out “the Flying Dutchman”…NO WAY!
I accept immediately and he was online…
Flying Dutchman says: It took you so long, Menthol guy!
BorisDemon says: yeah, I have been busy
I lied without mercy! luckily you don’t see that in a chat.
Flying Dutchman says: well, now u’re here anything 2 say? you seemed so in a hurry to give me you e-mail address…if you would have given you tel n. instead it would have been quicker…
BorisDemon says: don’t mention it…
I confessed
Flying Dutchman says: do you like me?
BorisDemon says: u direct one uh?
Flying Dutchman says: So? Do you?
what do I say now? what do I say? what if I say yes and he laughs at me? shit, shit, shit!
BorisDemon says: what if I say yes?
Flying Dutchman says: I would say let’s meet…
Oh my fucking god! it can’t be true…
BorisDemon says: where?
Flying Dutchman says: in 10 min. at the carpool parking? I don’t live far from you so you know which one I mean?
BorisDemon says: yeah, but 10 min I don’t even have time to change…
Flying Dutchman says: you don’t need to be primping and don’t bring that cigarettes of yours…
BorisDemon says: jerk
Flying Dutchman says: :p
BorisDemon says: hey…
Flying Dutchman says: what?
BorisDemon says: what’s your name?
Flying Dutchman says: I’ll tell you later <3
Flying Dutchman is disconnected…
No way. I am going to meet him…now…will he like me too? of course, he wouldn’t have asked me to meet…but what if he only wants sex? Well, I want sex too..or not?
The time was passing so it was better to be getting going.
The road to the parking was not so long, about ten minutes, I put on my leather jacket and jumped into my car.
When I arrived he is already there waiting with his feet on the steering wheel. I parked my car front to front with his car. We looked at each other for a second then I decided to get out and go to him. His window was open and I bowed to look at him. His mouth reached mine and we kissed, as if it would be normal. He tasted of menthol (the jerk)
“Glenn” he said, “my name is Glenn”
He kissed me again “Close your car and come here” he whispered.
I pushed the lock button and my car clicked. I turned around and I went to seat at the passenger side.
“Surprised?” he said for the first time embarrassed
“I have to admit I am” I said “I never thought you could be…” “Gay?” he finished my phrase. I nodded.
“What do you feel like doing?” why leave this to me? I thought. My head was trying to look for alternatives.
“I want to have sex with you.” he stated. I tried to reply but he kissed me silent “I want to have sex with you, but I also want to get to know you better…I don’t know what you think…”
This time I pulled him towards me and I kissed him caressing his chest “I think the same.” he smiled again and he looked at me his eyes right into mine.
We kissed and caressed each other for a long time, and when we realized what time it was all around it was dark.
“I want you to come to my place…” he said “I want to come to your place..” I replied “but I am going to smoke menthol”
he laughed out loud than he pulled me towards him and he licked my lips with the point of his tongue “mh…It’s not so bad…”
I woke up in his bed the day after and he was looking at me while I was sleeping. I thought it was so difficult to find love, but Glenn made me change my mind.
I also had an impact though: I made him change his cigarettes…he smokes menthol now…:D
It’s better I don’t think about it…it’s becoming an obsession I said to myself
I met him a few days ago, he works for a company installing fire alarm systems and he is working in our company on a time contract since a few weeks. I called him “the flying Dutchman” because he worked constantly near to the ceiling. One day I entered the container in the smokers zone and he was there sitting on the ground, dirty and sweaty a red Coke cap covering his face, the cigarette hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Nobody was there. I normally don’t stare at people, surely not at guys, but with him I couldn’t help.
He took away his cap showing his mohawk and his blue eyes. I couldn’t tell if he was handsome, but his eyes were of a blue I had never seen.
He looked at me without changing expression and when I realized I was staring I felt my cheeks getting warmer.
“Sorry I was staring…I actually thought you were sleeping…or sort of” I said. No answer from his part. Probably he thought I was an idiot, or he understood immediately that I liked him, probably he was used to it.
He stood up, towering on me (I am 165 cm you know…that happens all the time!) and he said: “Can I have a Cig from you to smoke later? I finished mines” I nodded and took out my packet “Menthol?” he commented “well, I…” I tried to say something but he turned away and he went out without adding a word.
The day after I didn’t see him in the smoker’s room. After smoking my cigarette, I took the stair back to my office and I found him there, with a packet of Marlboro in his hand.
“Here” he said “learn to smoke like a man” then he turned to go down the stairs.
I had to do something! I had to see him again! ”Wait…” I said; I took out the pen from my pocket, I pulled off a piece of paper from my packet of cigarettes and I wrote quickly my e-mail address. I gave him the paper and he looked at it shortly, then he casted me a glance smiling.
”thanks” he said, and he disappeared down the stairs.
Fuck you Bo! why your e-mail address you nerd! you had to give him your phone number…it was too late in any case, now I just had to wait and see.
Since than almost a week had passed and I still didn’t get any message but everyday I checked it out, I am a die-hard…
That evening I decided to start MSN, maybe some of my friends would have been connected…at least I could chat and think about something else.
As I logged in a request for connection popped out “the Flying Dutchman”…NO WAY!
I accept immediately and he was online…
Flying Dutchman says: It took you so long, Menthol guy!
BorisDemon says: yeah, I have been busy
I lied without mercy! luckily you don’t see that in a chat.
Flying Dutchman says: well, now u’re here anything 2 say? you seemed so in a hurry to give me you e-mail address…if you would have given you tel n. instead it would have been quicker…
BorisDemon says: don’t mention it…
I confessed
Flying Dutchman says: do you like me?
BorisDemon says: u direct one uh?
Flying Dutchman says: So? Do you?
what do I say now? what do I say? what if I say yes and he laughs at me? shit, shit, shit!
BorisDemon says: what if I say yes?
Flying Dutchman says: I would say let’s meet…
Oh my fucking god! it can’t be true…
BorisDemon says: where?
Flying Dutchman says: in 10 min. at the carpool parking? I don’t live far from you so you know which one I mean?
BorisDemon says: yeah, but 10 min I don’t even have time to change…
Flying Dutchman says: you don’t need to be primping and don’t bring that cigarettes of yours…
BorisDemon says: jerk
Flying Dutchman says: :p
BorisDemon says: hey…
Flying Dutchman says: what?
BorisDemon says: what’s your name?
Flying Dutchman says: I’ll tell you later <3
Flying Dutchman is disconnected…
No way. I am going to meet him…now…will he like me too? of course, he wouldn’t have asked me to meet…but what if he only wants sex? Well, I want sex too..or not?
The time was passing so it was better to be getting going.
The road to the parking was not so long, about ten minutes, I put on my leather jacket and jumped into my car.
When I arrived he is already there waiting with his feet on the steering wheel. I parked my car front to front with his car. We looked at each other for a second then I decided to get out and go to him. His window was open and I bowed to look at him. His mouth reached mine and we kissed, as if it would be normal. He tasted of menthol (the jerk)
“Glenn” he said, “my name is Glenn”
He kissed me again “Close your car and come here” he whispered.
I pushed the lock button and my car clicked. I turned around and I went to seat at the passenger side.
“Surprised?” he said for the first time embarrassed
“I have to admit I am” I said “I never thought you could be…” “Gay?” he finished my phrase. I nodded.
“What do you feel like doing?” why leave this to me? I thought. My head was trying to look for alternatives.
“I want to have sex with you.” he stated. I tried to reply but he kissed me silent “I want to have sex with you, but I also want to get to know you better…I don’t know what you think…”
This time I pulled him towards me and I kissed him caressing his chest “I think the same.” he smiled again and he looked at me his eyes right into mine.
We kissed and caressed each other for a long time, and when we realized what time it was all around it was dark.
“I want you to come to my place…” he said “I want to come to your place..” I replied “but I am going to smoke menthol”
he laughed out loud than he pulled me towards him and he licked my lips with the point of his tongue “mh…It’s not so bad…”
I woke up in his bed the day after and he was looking at me while I was sleeping. I thought it was so difficult to find love, but Glenn made me change my mind.
I also had an impact though: I made him change his cigarettes…he smokes menthol now…:D
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