Tall. Dark. Awesome. Side. Not a gym buff. Not a head turner kinda guy. A sapiosexual lad. I like to say that wit trumps looks, but that hardly ever happen.
BE BORING 2026:
- Go to the gym
- Take your vitamins
- Meal prep every Sunday
- Eat your home-cooked meals
- Walk 8,000–10,000 steps a day
- Pack your gym bag the night before
- Say no to things that drain your energy
When I was in 7th grade a new kid moved to town. He was a surfer & jet skier who won all kinds of awards for kids our age in California
I was infatuated.
He was my first crush. The kind where you know every indent of their lips and every speck in their eyes after seeing them once
I think everyone meets a magnet at some point. And he was magnetic to me. Every day was a discovery with him. Everything was new even though I memorized everything I knew. I was head over heels
We both joined the wrestling team after a week into the school year and that is where we really started to bond. He was much quicker than me and knew how to apply certain moves on me that would defeat me. I was irate. I was stronger, thicker, and fast. I didn’t lose often. He beat me 3 times in a row.
I didn’t talk to him for a few days. I’m like that. Always will be. Can’t help it. But he would just look over, devastatingly handsome, and give me a little wave and a smirk. Usually the sun would be hitting his highlights perfectly in the wind. I had no defenses to his charismatic onslaught
Lunchtime. He’s walking around looking at the tables. Sees me… walks over. Sits down. His lips are the same color burgundy as the school sweater he’s wearing…
“I didn’t realize you were so sensitive. I would’ve let you win”
“I’m not sensitive”
He laughed under his breath and looked downward like he was genuinely trying to hide it. When he looked up I remember making true eye contact with him for the first time. That lock clicked. He saw into me and I saw into him. He smirked and said, “I won’t ever mention it again”
He showed me many of his moves as we trained and wrestled and there were times I could beat him, we would wrestle hard.. but I wouldn’t try to hurt him. With the other guys a hard armbar across the face felt normal. But he was different.
His father started showing up to our matches when season started. Drove a huge truck, business owner, super confident and loud. He would really get into the matches & scream & shout. If my friend won everyone knew. If my friend lost… well his Dad was asked to leave a few times. My friend would just ignore it. Act like it wasn’t his Dad. Just look away.
After a month he started asking if I wanted to come over for a weekend. The autumn weeks were warm & he still did waterskiing competitions & wanted me to come along. It would involve me spending the night. I said yes & we worked everything out. I was excited & nervous. I would spend the night with friends all the time… but he was different
After our wrestling match that Friday I was to ride home with him & his father. The plan was to spend the night, then go to the waterski competition the next morning
I don’t remember if I won or lost, be he lost a close match & his father erupted. His father yelled at the official, the other team’s coaches, other parents. It was a scene. The father leaves & drives off… irate. Big truck revving, tires screeching
We end up getting a ride home from his Mom. She showed up, really pretty & very sweet. She had an Escalade with a booming system in it and turned up the music so we could hear the bass as we drove home. They didn’t talk much about the Dad. Just a few questions & grunts
The night was going well, I don’t remember much but it was a comfortable evening. We ended up going to bed and we slept in his bed. We talked for a while. I remember my heart sounded like horses galloping in my ears. My mouth kept getting dry. I had a raging hard-on so I laid with my back to him. Answering his questions as they bounced off the window in front of me and filled my ears with his voice
At some point he dozed off & I was laying there thinking. Every time I would swallow it felt like I would wake the house up. He would make little clicking noises in his throat, his breath getting deeper. I was about to drift off myself when I heard him startle a bit, jump from his dream & roll over, his arm now around me, leg over mine
(to be continued)
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