Every night you went to the same gay bar to find the same man. You basically stalked him. But you didn’t wanna admit it. He always glanced at you but would take other men home. It made you jealous. You’d do anything for him. You felt at though no one else could have him but you.

You even knew where he lived. You knew which apartment was his. You finally gained the courage to talk to him at the bar. You sat next to him at the bar. God he always looked so handsome. Drool worthy.