"MachoinWescoBoots" lived in my neighborhood so I thought I would try to get to know him and perhaps hook up for a little boot action.
Unfortunately for me, "MachoinWescoBoots" was a bit hard to nail down. He would take days to reply to messages and avoid questions like a corrupt politician. I couldn't even get a picture of his boots out of him. Suspicious. His profile had a face pic, but no boot pics.
Since it's remarkably hard to find guys willing to trample in NYC, I persisted, especially since he hinted that he might trample me. He would never agree to meet, not even on the corner to say hi. I was starting to wonder what was wrong with him. At once point I thought he may have had a kid or an abusive lover. There had to be a reason why we never met. Nevertheless, I gave up on ever meeting him.
Then one day I was walking home from work. On the sidewalk, walking towards me was a very familiar face. It was only until we passed that I realized it was "MachoinWescoBoots."
I could have turned around and said something, but the flip flops and devastatingly feminine mannerisms told me that he was neither macho nor in Wesco boots.
