I was walking on the sidewalk to the coffee shop when a man approached me from behind. I didn't recognize him.
He said, "Hey. I've seen you running. You have a really nice physique."
"Thank you."
"I have a glory hole at my house. Can I get your number?"
It took a second for it to register. Glory hole? Oh that kind of glory hole. I must admit it was a generous offer, but I declined as politely as I could.
"I'm not interested, but thanks. Cheers."
The conversation had no small talk. It was straight to the glory hole. The funny thing is I usually get these kind of sexual offers from men. Not women. It's like being rich in the wrong currency. The guys love me, and the girls couldn't give less of a shit. It's one of life's mysteries I still do not understand.
