What else was strange was the fact that he kept on asking me, "Haven't we met before?" I had never seen him. He said that he wasn't from the neighborhood, and I couldn't think of any other place that I could have met him. College maybe? But I decided that it would be better if I didn't ask. He kept on staring at me and asking me if we had met. What was even weirder was the fact that the more he kept on repeating it, the more familiar he looked to me. My intuiton was going nuts, and it wasn't my gaydar. It was telling me that he was a bad person, that he had hurt me. I didn't understand it, I had never met the guy, where were all of these feelings comming from? I left to escape the awkwardness, the queerness swirling inside of me. And to top it all off, I got a boner and couldn't get rid of it.
"Look man, I have to get going, but it was nice talking to you." (the hell it was). I leave some money on the table and get out. Pushing open the door and looking forward, never looking back.
68 Street - Hunter College