I met a guy at work. I think he is in his late thirties or forties. Heavyset and a goatee, but nice. He’s really into action movies and kaiju shit. I’m not supposed to do this, but I bump his name up on the waitlists so he gets what he wants quicker. Yesterday, he rented a copy of 1997’s “Con Air” featuring Nicolas Cage and asked me if I’d seen Cage in 1989’s “Vampire’s Kiss” — I said no just so he'd talk to. Why did I do that? Am I that desperate? He handed me a piece of paper with his number. I called him. We hung out at his apartment and he kissed me. Is he gay? He didn’t seem that effeminate. Do I give off that impression? To him, am I boy? Everyone says I look like one, but it still feels like roleplay. No one’s ever asked me out before. I asked if he was gay and he said no but he wanted to have sex. No one’s ever touched me like that before. He hugged me and I froze up and wanted to cry when the credits rolled on his shitty TV. Nic Cage turned into a vampire then lost total control of his life.