He didn’t wait for my response to his question and said, “I’ve made a list of guys for you to date. Personal friends of mine. If you need a fix of dick, these guys will do the trick. They’re not out to fall in love or have long-term relationships with men.” He passed me a piece of notebook paper with his blue script.
I looked down at the paper and read five names and five phone numbers (all local) under my breath. I then looked up and asked him, “Why aren’t you dating these guys?”
He shook his handsome head. “They’re not my type, and we’re friends. It’s not wise to date or fuck your friends. Besides, I’m holding out for you. Someday, you’ll be my boyfriend and marry me. We’re meant to be together.” He rolled two fingers against my chin, winked, and grinned, obviously happy.