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You: A Hot College Guy Home For Spring Break. Me: Meowwwwww!
I dip my toe into polyamory.
One thing I love about spring is the return of the lithe and panthery 18 to 21-year-old dudes in my neighborhood. I live in a neighborhood with many families. In March or April, these returned lads are stuck inside with their moms and dads and they have a lot of pent up energy. I see them out the window, jogging up and down the street.
I see one of them in particular.
He’s got that young man’s beard, short-haired, well-groomed, and dark, which gives him the appearance of depth and seriousness that he’s probably going for. It’s what every twenty-year-old young man wants — to be taken seriously by the world. To be treated like an adult.
I would like to treat him like an adult. Really treat him.
His name is Troy.
To get to meet him, I went outside and did some yard work. And sure enough, after about six fucking hours, he finally showed up — that’s a lot of digging and weeding and then re-weeding. I was exhausted.
“Hey!” I shouted as he came up. “Stop for a second.”
He stopped, maintaining his social distance.
“Could I ask you for a favor? Could you help me move this bin?”
