Earlier today I was on my way to the gay-friendly coffee house down the hill from my apartment. Just as I got to the side door, a red car pulled into an empty parking spot, and Adonis jumped out.
Twenties, shorter than me, dirty blond hair, stunningly beautiful face,insouciant smile. He was wearing a pink button-down shirt, short sleeved, very thin for March, unbuttoned to reveal a smooth muscular chest and hard biceps. Blue jeans bulging left. A gold chain around his neck. A gold class ring.
He went inside a moment before me, without waiting and holding the door open.
We stood at the counter together, waiting for the guy in front of us to finish ordering. There were two baristas: a lesbian teenager named Jane was taking the orders, and a middle-aged woman I'd never seen before was staffing the cash register.
I smiled. Adonis ignored me.
The rest of the story, with nude photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood.