it might not be too late…

so i was having a conversation with an ex co worker vixen tonight.
we were catching up about my new job,
that old job,
and everything in-between.
the subject of this one snow wolf she was really crushing on came up.
she was so in love,
but i had a feeling he was trying to fuck me absolutely brain dead…

he was everything i was attracted to,
but in a snow wolf package.
attractive,
kinda muscular,
and played a sport as a hobby.
he was well into his late 30s-early 40s.
the thing is,
she was really attracted to him.
i didn’t want to break it to her that he liked males.
i didn’t want to be “that gay”.
you know the type who thinks everyone gets down.
i tried to set them up to go to lunch together,
but he was more interested in me coming along.
that was the first clue.

i use to see him before all this.
whenever he would walk by my department,
he would be staring high key.
when i was introduced to him,
he would always make it his mission to speak to me after that.
he could come over just to talk.
if i didn’t go to work,
he would ask her where i was.
i mean…

when i went to a after work get together,
he was in attendance also.
this snow wolf was ordering me drink after drink.
the thing was,
he was all over this blonde who was there too.
i had a feeling,
but i wasn’t sure.
i left shortly after that.
when i left that old job,
he asked the same vixen that crushed on him where i was.

hmm.
guess where he was spotted by a gay co worker last week?

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 a gay lounge.
he was trying to be low key with a black male.

“i never would have guessed!”

i’m not shocked.
this is how the dl fool these vixens in these forests.
i found his facebook after we got off the phone.
i’m gonna send him a message.