He would always bring his girlfriend to the gym. This guy was a personal trainer at my old gym in Queens whom I side-eyed routinely. Suddenly my phone buzzed and I saw the dots moving: “I know you,” he wrote.
last fall, so I figured we must have met at some point while I was living back east. I made the move from New York City to L.A. Believe me, as a closeted horny gay kid in Texas, I fantasized about it constantly but the opportunity passed me by-until now.Įarlier this summer, I was on my way home from the gym-in full mask and gloves, and before Los Angeles gyms shut down for a second round of closures-when I saw a face I recognized on Grindr.
I was never the gay teenager who experimented with curious “straight” boys.
