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Anthony and I were teaching today, and decided on the bus back to our apartments that we would grab a bite to eat (which turned into a real dinner because I showed him a good restaurant he’d over looked before). He teaches drama, is kind of scruffy, and thin. I teach debate, am in a suit, clean shaven, and outweigh him by about eighty pounds of fat and muscle. I’m also fifteen years older. I looked at him and said, “You can slap me if you want, but I bet in any restaurant in America, anyone who saw us eating together would think we were gay and you were my boy toy.”
“Oh, they’d totally think you were my sugar daddy.”
Anthony and don’t “hang out” but we’ve had several fun conversations when circumstances bring us together. We have passing knowledge of several of each others’ interests and both know the Joss Whedon canon well enough to quote it to each other without explanation. Most of his friends are European night owls and most of my friends are Chinese grad students, so such is life.
“Oh, they’d totally think you were my sugar daddy.”
Anthony and don’t “hang out” but we’ve had several fun conversations when circumstances bring us together. We have passing knowledge of several of each others’ interests and both know the Joss Whedon canon well enough to quote it to each other without explanation. Most of his friends are European night owls and most of my friends are Chinese grad students, so such is life.