And just like that, the romance died. Not because there’s anything wrong with Call of Duty. But because I realized—he wasn’t looking for a date. He was looking for a warm body on his couch who wouldn’t complain about the Mountain Dew cans.
Then came the guy. Let’s call him Brad. Brad’s profile had six photos. Five were of his truck. One was of his dog. His bio: “Conservative. God first. Just seeing what’s out there.” amatuer gay blog
That guy isn’t on the orange app. He’s probably at home, reading an amateur gay blog, wondering if he should send a message. And just like that, the romance died