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The lock cylinder didn't provide its usual resistance when I twisted my front door key. My condo door swung open and I saw a man's dress shirt and slacks folded neatly atop a pair of polished shoes on the stairs.
I'm 42 and bisexual. I met a guy in a chat room and we ended up doing the usual thing . . . chatting about sex, talking on the phone until we came and then hung up. However, over the past few weeks, our conversations have become more and more frequent.
Last night, we agreed to meet at a bar and have a few drinks, possibly even take this further if we both clicked. When I got to the bar, Dave was already waiting.