The weirdest thing happened to me the other night. I had a hookup, and so I’ll start with that because that was weird.
I got on Grindr and immediately got a message. That wasn’t so weird but within 3 messages, we had a plan to meet. That is weird. Usually it takes hundreds of messages and questions before the plan is finalized, but this happened in a matter of seconds.
The plan was to meet the next day. He was about an hour away, so I decided to get a hotel room. Then I got a flat tire. I rushed to Walmart to see if they could repair it and change my oil. The fixed the tire, but couldn’t get the hood of the truck opened. I went and looked and indeed, the grill bar looked like it had been hit in such a way that it was pressed up against the hood, preventing it from being opened. Whatever. It had already been 3 hours so I just left.
After getting packed, I headed out. He was texting me the whole time and wanted me to pick him up at the hospital- his friends had dropped him off there. I got to the hospital, he was out front. He was a very handsome guy, about 20 years younger than me. He said I was sexy and we were off to the hotel.
We got a little high and started fucking around. After a while we decided to bring in a third. I must have hit the G a little hard because I ended up taking a g nap and when I woke up, one of the guys we had been talking to was just entering the room.
We all got a little higher and messed around. I took some more G and that was a mistake, I passed out.
When I woke up, I couldn’t believe what I saw.
The hotel room looked as if I had just walked in the door. It was spotless. All of the jocks and underwear I had out where put away. Not a thing was missing. In fact, there were 3 extra cock rings and a bag of ginger snaps. Nobody else was there. I kind of just stood there in disbelief – I had a lot of things that could have been taken – my laptop, a projector, lot of clothes, bondage equipment the party favors, my nice bong.
We had Taco Bell delivered earlier in the night and all of the trash was gone. The only thing in the trash was a hospital bracelet. And the only thing on the counter was two prescription receipts from Walgreens.
As I was leaving, I found a note in the door. It was from the third, leaving his number and explaining that guy #2 (I’ll be guy #1) freaked out and insisted that he be taken to the truck stop across town.
So fucking weird.
