He says he is sick of sitting at home all day, cooking for me and friends, so why not bake for money instead?
When I walked into his room a moment ago, he was taking down details from one place, which he found at a job search website. I wish him luck.
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I fancy a young man in the condo office with a long, stretchy body like a snake; another guy with broad shoulders who sells noodles next to the 7-11 in the slum area; and yet another young man who sells at the 7-11 store itself.
All are tallish, one is probably gay. I am spoilt for choice.
The noodles guy, wearing a university or technical college uniform, turns up some days to help his sister run the place.
The 7-11 guy is seldom there when I visit, perhaps just once a week. He knows I like looking, and the last couple of times has quickly averted his gaze. Once a gay hopeful, now consigned to the straight bin.
The stretchy man in the office, meanwhile, is there every day.
I steal looks at him daily, too, though I know my imagination would settle more quickly if I stopped.
Self-discipline is called for, I tell myself. Today I looked at him just the once.
All are tallish, one is probably gay. I am spoilt for choice.
The noodles guy, wearing a university or technical college uniform, turns up some days to help his sister run the place.
The 7-11 guy is seldom there when I visit, perhaps just once a week. He knows I like looking, and the last couple of times has quickly averted his gaze. Once a gay hopeful, now consigned to the straight bin.
The stretchy man in the office, meanwhile, is there every day.
I steal looks at him daily, too, though I know my imagination would settle more quickly if I stopped.
Self-discipline is called for, I tell myself. Today I looked at him just the once.
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