Imagine living in a country with only one gay nightclub, anonomously cornered between a gas station and the country’s only Pizza Hut. And you’re pretty much the only white Guy there.
You’ll find that of all the people you meet, the vast majority wants to have sex with you.
To me this place was heaven.
After years and years of utter sexlessness I had finally landed in a spot where I was considered hot and doable.
I was like Oliver Twist at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
The problem with all-you-can-eat buffets is that they can unleash one’s greediness. That in turn can lead to bad decision making, like that time I had sex with Guy #7.
When Guy #7 first came up to me, he laid his arm on my waist, pushed his body against mine and gave me one of the friendliest smiles I had seen that night. I remember he had somewhat of a nice body. And he acted nice. He made a point of constantly saying how attractive I was. It was nice to hear someone say it. I didn’t quite consider myself attractive yet, but it was comforting to know someone did.
As the night progressed I sucked up all of Guy #7’s compliments like an insatiable narcissist. My narcissism had unleashed my greediness. I was so flattered a total stranger had come up to me to ask for sex that I neglected to take a good look at this stranger’s face.
That happened the next day, when he came by my house to have the sex we had agreed upon the night before.
When I saw Guy #7 in the bright and unforgiving sunlight and without any alcohol to make him look less like a cartoon character, I realized that of all the Guys I could have picked, I chose poorly. It was like accidentally picking something you don’t like at an eatfest establishment.
Any rational being would let a waiter take care of his rejects. But I was Oliver Twist, not known for ever turning down a meal.
Besides, if my sex life were a menu, I only considered Guy #7 an appetizer. It didn’t take long to work through it. We mostly just kissed, naked unfortunately. He was seemingly enjoying it and I was busy accepting the lesson I was being taught: That if I want sex to actually be enjoyable, I had to become picky in choosing Guys I have sex with.
Guy#7 was nice enough to teach me what it’s like to get screwed by your own narcissism.
In that sense he had wetted my appetite.