PART 1 of 2: The Alvaro Chronicles
(So a little background)
For the past year or so, I've had this really serious relationship with this young chap by the name "Alvaro", on the ever popular Gay Dating App, Grindr. As you can see, we are pretty serious...
OK, but really though; initially when he first approached me over a year ago, I gave him the benefit of the doubt. While I was my normal, blunt, self, I still managed to find some understanding for this poor soul. That is until shit got crazy. Long story short, this guy was convinced within a dozen lines of text and a witty comment or five, that I was his boyfriend.... FULL on stage 5 OMEGA-clinger. Combine that with an S.U.V full of equally witty/ forward/ sane homos on their way to Lake Tahoe for a week of karaoke, vodka, and cocaine; well boys and girls, you have what is now THIS conversation.
I hate myself for losing my initial screen-caps of the original conversation from a year ago, but this will give you an idea of why I even bother keeping this ridiculous app, let alone talking to this kid. It's literally an addiction.
I'm such an asshole. But Not...
