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OOC: Part 1
So not one, but two reckonings with recklessness lately, and both involving the same bar.
Friday night Daddy Daycare was at 2Bears in Uptown. It was a solid turnout--more than thirty. I showed up early to find Posh Rob sitting in the window with a trio of friends and when I greeted him, he was like, "Your crowd is all in the back." Without us, it would've been nearly empty.
My wingman Marcus and I did our level best to convince the new daddy visiting from "Flarrida" that he should spend some time with us instead of rushing off back to his hotel. When that failed, he headed to SoFo and I set my sights on a new cutie. This one was chatting with my pal Javy so I thought they knew each other. Joining the conversation, I found out they'd only just met. We filled him in on DDC and said we could add him to the list for next time. He said he didn't have any social media, so I offered to take his number and message him.
This was only the first of several lies he told, as I discovered after I let him put his number into my phone. You see, he used his full name, and his unusual surname immediately triggered a memory.
"We chatted on Facebook a while back, didn't we?"
"No, I've never been on Facebook."
It took me a few minutes of searching, but I managed to locate the pics from January 2022. At the same time, since he said he was Berwyn, I asked if he new my pal Jaume who was plugged into the local bear community there if he knew him. He did, and he had little good to say. In fact, he texted back "keep your eye on your wallet, that's the vibe I get". Your man confirmed meeting Jaume at a block party but spun some crazy yarn about why they'd never connected.
If I'd been more sober, I might have heeded these red flags; instead I laughed them off. He was also hitting on my pal Rj and the group was breaking up, so we decided to go elsewhere. Marcus said SoFo was pretty quiet so I convinced them to ride the el with me to Anvil. It was a good crowd; I saw several guys I knew (including the timewaster daddy from last November, but that's another, less interesting story). And the Liar from Berwyn kept flirting heavily with the both of us.
Eventually, I texted Rj to ask if he wanted to team up, but he was like, "You go for it." And I did. A little after midnight, we took a rideshare over to my place and I ushered him into the salon. The sex wasn't good. He looked just as cute as he did in the pictures I'd saved, but in bed he was anxiously switching from one thing to another. On top of that, he was demanding, ordering me around the bed and needing reassurance constantly. He even convinced me to cook him a burger because he hadn't eaten--even though I'd brought him back some gyoza from a visit to the noodle shop across from the bar earlier.
Exasperated, I waited for him to doze off so I could go downstairs and sleep. He woke up and begged me to stay but I insisted. No sooner was I in my own bed but I heard him banging around upstairs, preparing to leave. He came down and got me to say goodbye and we waited awkwardly by the door for his rideshare to arrive.
The next morning, as I was lazing in bed, I saw a string of messages from him and two missed calls. Then I got a message from Jaume telling me he'd heard back from four different friends who'd all had to block this guy because they got tired of his demands. I messaged Rj to fill him in on my night and he told me about how offputting he'd found his behaviour at the bar.
The cherry on top came that afternoon when I was getting dressed for my haircut appointment and retrieved my jeans from the salon. The front pocket felt light; I could've sworn I'd had at least $30 tucked in there. I also noticed that my handkerchief was missing from the back pocket so I looked around and noticed it on the floor. It's extremely unlikely that I somehow took it out and dropped it there, so I think it's quite likely this trick went through my pockets while I was out of the room on some little errand, like peeing or getting him a glass of water.
Fortunately, nothing else appears to be missing. Despite the veritable parade of near-strangers into the apartment over the past few years, this is the first time anything like this has happened. Maybe I've just been lucky. Either way it is a timely reminder to be cautious, pay attention to my friends' instincts, and generally not think so much with my dick.
Friday night Daddy Daycare was at 2Bears in Uptown. It was a solid turnout--more than thirty. I showed up early to find Posh Rob sitting in the window with a trio of friends and when I greeted him, he was like, "Your crowd is all in the back." Without us, it would've been nearly empty.
My wingman Marcus and I did our level best to convince the new daddy visiting from "Flarrida" that he should spend some time with us instead of rushing off back to his hotel. When that failed, he headed to SoFo and I set my sights on a new cutie. This one was chatting with my pal Javy so I thought they knew each other. Joining the conversation, I found out they'd only just met. We filled him in on DDC and said we could add him to the list for next time. He said he didn't have any social media, so I offered to take his number and message him.
This was only the first of several lies he told, as I discovered after I let him put his number into my phone. You see, he used his full name, and his unusual surname immediately triggered a memory.
"We chatted on Facebook a while back, didn't we?"
"No, I've never been on Facebook."
It took me a few minutes of searching, but I managed to locate the pics from January 2022. At the same time, since he said he was Berwyn, I asked if he new my pal Jaume who was plugged into the local bear community there if he knew him. He did, and he had little good to say. In fact, he texted back "keep your eye on your wallet, that's the vibe I get". Your man confirmed meeting Jaume at a block party but spun some crazy yarn about why they'd never connected.
If I'd been more sober, I might have heeded these red flags; instead I laughed them off. He was also hitting on my pal Rj and the group was breaking up, so we decided to go elsewhere. Marcus said SoFo was pretty quiet so I convinced them to ride the el with me to Anvil. It was a good crowd; I saw several guys I knew (including the timewaster daddy from last November, but that's another, less interesting story). And the Liar from Berwyn kept flirting heavily with the both of us.
Eventually, I texted Rj to ask if he wanted to team up, but he was like, "You go for it." And I did. A little after midnight, we took a rideshare over to my place and I ushered him into the salon. The sex wasn't good. He looked just as cute as he did in the pictures I'd saved, but in bed he was anxiously switching from one thing to another. On top of that, he was demanding, ordering me around the bed and needing reassurance constantly. He even convinced me to cook him a burger because he hadn't eaten--even though I'd brought him back some gyoza from a visit to the noodle shop across from the bar earlier.
Exasperated, I waited for him to doze off so I could go downstairs and sleep. He woke up and begged me to stay but I insisted. No sooner was I in my own bed but I heard him banging around upstairs, preparing to leave. He came down and got me to say goodbye and we waited awkwardly by the door for his rideshare to arrive.
The next morning, as I was lazing in bed, I saw a string of messages from him and two missed calls. Then I got a message from Jaume telling me he'd heard back from four different friends who'd all had to block this guy because they got tired of his demands. I messaged Rj to fill him in on my night and he told me about how offputting he'd found his behaviour at the bar.
The cherry on top came that afternoon when I was getting dressed for my haircut appointment and retrieved my jeans from the salon. The front pocket felt light; I could've sworn I'd had at least $30 tucked in there. I also noticed that my handkerchief was missing from the back pocket so I looked around and noticed it on the floor. It's extremely unlikely that I somehow took it out and dropped it there, so I think it's quite likely this trick went through my pockets while I was out of the room on some little errand, like peeing or getting him a glass of water.
Fortunately, nothing else appears to be missing. Despite the veritable parade of near-strangers into the apartment over the past few years, this is the first time anything like this has happened. Maybe I've just been lucky. Either way it is a timely reminder to be cautious, pay attention to my friends' instincts, and generally not think so much with my dick.