AlteredEgo
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One exception just occurred to me when I looked at the location of the OP. When I was in MI one winter, and I was about 23, I saw this gorgeous guy at a bar. It was a big, big bar, I think in Mt. Pleasant, right across the street from some dorms, and down the street from Sonic. I didn't see a lot of black guys in MI, and though I do not discriminate against potential partners based on race, I am more attracted to brown skin and brown eyes. When I got there, there was only one person dancing, a black guy about my own age, maybe a little younger. He was stunning. The way his body moved, and they way he loved the attention as all eyes were on him appealed to me. I decided I was going to fuck him before I left MI. I never had that kind of instant attraction to anyone before that. I wanted to wait for him to take a break from dancing, and after I could have a drink or two. By the time I got back from the bartender, he was gone. He was still there, but the place was so big, I'd lost him.
I spent most of my time that night dancing with a guy who was so drunk that he misspelled his own name on the slip of paper on which he wrote his number. He wrote Dane. He said, Dante. The DJ announced he was playing only one more song, and that guy bailed. I wanted to leave too, but the girl I went with was talking to some guy. She never meets guys so I hung back to wait, and spotted the guy I saw when I first walked in. He was way more sober than I was.
I signaled him closer, cracked a few jokes about the way the place looked now that the lights were coming up, told him he was even better looking with the lights on, and he said, "So I won't have to turn them off to get you to fuck me?" Sold! From that point forward he just kind of took control of the evening, guiding the rest of us according to his agenda. We didn't end up having sex because there wasn't a condom, and I just couldn't hook up with him again before I went back to NY, but. . . He asked for sex within a minute of me learning his name, and my answer was yes.
I spent most of my time that night dancing with a guy who was so drunk that he misspelled his own name on the slip of paper on which he wrote his number. He wrote Dane. He said, Dante. The DJ announced he was playing only one more song, and that guy bailed. I wanted to leave too, but the girl I went with was talking to some guy. She never meets guys so I hung back to wait, and spotted the guy I saw when I first walked in. He was way more sober than I was.
I signaled him closer, cracked a few jokes about the way the place looked now that the lights were coming up, told him he was even better looking with the lights on, and he said, "So I won't have to turn them off to get you to fuck me?" Sold! From that point forward he just kind of took control of the evening, guiding the rest of us according to his agenda. We didn't end up having sex because there wasn't a condom, and I just couldn't hook up with him again before I went back to NY, but. . . He asked for sex within a minute of me learning his name, and my answer was yes.