At a College Party

David had lived in the dorm kitty corner to mine for the last semester and a half. It didn’t take long for me to find out just how kind he was as he talked to me almost immediately when we first met. I thought he was cute, but I didn’t really fall for him until a few months later, after really getting to know him. I learned that he was studying to become a doctor, he played me his favorite song, and I felt like electricity was going through my body every time his hand even just barely touched me. He was so... perfect.

Earlier this morning we ran into each other on the way to class and got to talking. He told me that he and some of his roommates were going to a party tonight that was off-campus and asked if I was planning on going. I hadn’t known about it until then, but gave him an enthusiastic yes. He told me what time it was at and said I could ride with them. It took everything inside of me to not just kiss him right then and there.

During class, all I could think about was David and the party. Rather than take notes, I daydreamed about how the evening could end with David and me getting together. My heart was still a flutter by the time class got out and I excitedly ran back to my dorm.

I didn’t have any other classes for the rest of the day so, instead of doing homework, I decided to choose an outfit for the party. Now, sadly, not every gay guy has the fashion sense of Tan France from Queer Eye, but I did my best to put together a look that I thought was cool and even watched a youtube tutorial for how I would style my hair.

When the time finally came around for me to head over to David’s place, I quickly ran there and nervously knocked on the door. He answered and we all left shortly thereafter.