Tell him about your horrible date with Dex.

“Well, I came down cuz this cute dancer wanted to take me to his favorite restaurant. It sounded fine.” Tyler nods and sips his drink. “Turns out, he just moved here for school, and he doesn't know the city at all. But, I was like 'ok, fine' cuz of his body.” Tyler snorts a brief chuckle. “No, really, I'm serious.” You pull out your phone and quickly look up a body shot from Dex's profile. You show Tyler a pic of Dex trying to make a pin-up pose, his warm dark brown skin stretched tight over a slim dancer's body with a bit of extra muscle on his chest and arms. He's a perfect 'muscle twink' with the muscular definition of a dancer. His loose jeans ride so low as to show the top third of an incredibly taut ass cheek.

Tyler raises both eyebrows. “Ok, so that, then.”

“Yeah, I was already down here, so I decided to give him a shot. I met him in the park, and we started walking. Conversation was ok, but he seemed super young. It started raining. And then the wind came in, and it got really cold. When we got to the waterfront, I asked where the restaurant was. He admitted he was lost and didn't know where it was.”

Tyler rolls his eyes, “I'd be on my way home at that point.”

“Normally, yeah, but 20 minutes in the rain back to my car, then an hour drive home. And, at this point, we were so wet, our hair product was running into our eyes and really starting to sting." You **** yourself to laugh about it. "I asked if we could go to his place. He said 'No', he doesn't let guys come back to his place on the first date. I was like, 'Oh, no. Not for that. Just to be like not out in the cold rain.' No go. At that point, I was just heading back to my car, but hungry enough I just jumped into the first restaurant that we came across. He didn't eat... he's on a 'competition diet'." You make air quotes. "I had to suffer his awkward company while I ate, then I headed home. So lame.”

Tyler looks at you with a very judgmental look. “Seriously? No abs are that good.”

“Oh, I know. I was checked out pretty quickly. Then, I was just cold and hungry. Like a date in Siberia...” Tyler snorts at that one. “Anyways, I have another date with a masseuse, tomorrow. I think it's impossible that it couldn't be better than the last one.”

“You shouldn't even have to pay for a happy ending,” he quips. “Good luck, either way. On the date, and on the job situation.”

“Yeah, you too,” you reply, feeling a little odd about how much personal interest Tyler has just shown. You two just spoke longer than every other time in the last 6 months, combined. Could he...?