Met a guy on grindr a couple months back who was an absolute charming sweetheart, absolute gentleman who would pick me up in his car and drive off on what he called "our daily adventure". On top of that he was really fucking good looking, well-muscled and in shape with really broad shoulders, tan skinned, muscled arms, lots of tattoos and a mischievous smile. He was just oozing with like really rugged masculine charm.
We're both of Mexican descent (I was born in Mexico he was born in Orange County) but he didn't know Spanish so he got a kick out of learning Spanish from me, and got to a really basic kindergarten level (enough to talk to his dad who was deported back to Mexico a few years back).
Sex was incredible, we had a real nice rapport and we would often fuck around in rooms for hours on end that he would pay for and eat out and hang on his dime (always insisted on paying no matter what, and sometimes would tuck a hundred dollar bill in my back pocket), and he kept toying with the idea of making us "official" when we would cuddle afterwards.
It all came crashing apart when he revealed 5 months into dating that
He's a member of a south side pomona mexican gang and that the tattoos indicated which set he belonged to and that the reason why we hung out at very specific spots and sometimes refused to go to certain areas was because his gang was at conflict with the Crips.
He made a living selling cocaine, heroin, meth and ecstasy and that's why he always was flush with money.
He met me when he recently came out of his third stint in prison
He was MARRIED and had 5 kids, the oldest of which was 15 years old already
So I had to respectfully cut that relationship short and keep it at friendship level, which led to near-daily phone calls of him calling in tears begging for a second chance and me telling him to take care of his fucking kids and wear a fucking condom if he's gonna fuck around.
We're on friendly terms rn, and he told me he's toying with the idea of going to community college to get into carpentry/woodworking which I told him if he does, I would tap my dad to get him a job as a union-carpenter but this is 100% a ploy to get in my pants again since he seems non-committal about it.
My L is that every single guy I have any kind of rapport with of any kind is always either deep into crime or harboring a really serious addiction to meth/heroin.
He’s a member of a south side pomona mexican gang and that the tattoos indicated which set he belonged to and that the reason why we hung out at very specific spots and sometimes refused to go to certain areas was because his gang was at conflict with the Crips.
I don't know why but this twist was really funny to me
Eh, my concern was more about being a relationship where he would get murdered lol, the idea of like being home and being informed by word of mouth (since he was DL) and basically having to mourn from a distance while also being a homewrecker was not appealing to me.
He legit offered multiple times to go legit and leave his wife/kids but I was like: "yes to the former, no to the latter" but I knew in my heart of hearts he wasn't serious about the former.
Met a guy on grindr a couple months back who was an absolute charming sweetheart, absolute gentleman who would pick me up in his car and drive off on what he called "our daily adventure". On top of that he was really fucking good looking, well-muscled and in shape with really broad shoulders, tan skinned, muscled arms, lots of tattoos and a mischievous smile. He was just oozing with like really rugged masculine charm.
We're both of Mexican descent (I was born in Mexico he was born in Orange County) but he didn't know Spanish so he got a kick out of learning Spanish from me, and got to a really basic kindergarten level (enough to talk to his dad who was deported back to Mexico a few years back).
Sex was incredible, we had a real nice rapport and we would often fuck around in rooms for hours on end that he would pay for and eat out and hang on his dime (always insisted on paying no matter what, and sometimes would tuck a hundred dollar bill in my back pocket), and he kept toying with the idea of making us "official" when we would cuddle afterwards.
It all came crashing apart when he revealed 5 months into dating that
He's a member of a south side pomona mexican gang and that the tattoos indicated which set he belonged to and that the reason why we hung out at very specific spots and sometimes refused to go to certain areas was because his gang was at conflict with the Crips.
He made a living selling cocaine, heroin, meth and ecstasy and that's why he always was flush with money.
He met me when he recently came out of his third stint in prison
He was MARRIED and had 5 kids, the oldest of which was 15 years old already
So I had to respectfully cut that relationship short and keep it at friendship level, which led to near-daily phone calls of him calling in tears begging for a second chance and me telling him to take care of his fucking kids and wear a fucking condom if he's gonna fuck around.
We're on friendly terms rn, and he told me he's toying with the idea of going to community college to get into carpentry/woodworking which I told him if he does, I would tap my dad to get him a job as a union-carpenter but this is 100% a ploy to get in my pants again since he seems non-committal about it.
My L is that every single guy I have any kind of rapport with of any kind is always either deep into crime or harboring a really serious addiction to meth/heroin.
I don't know why but this twist was really funny to me
We couldn't bang at my place because of that reason as well
Yeah good call honestly you'd probably get murdered
Eh, my concern was more about being a relationship where he would get murdered lol, the idea of like being home and being informed by word of mouth (since he was DL) and basically having to mourn from a distance while also being a homewrecker was not appealing to me.
He legit offered multiple times to go legit and leave his wife/kids but I was like: "yes to the former, no to the latter" but I knew in my heart of hearts he wasn't serious about the former.
hot damn what the fuck. That's amazing
Great story
Damn that is a crazy twist! Pomona gangs and upland crips can be in some scary business, but it sounded nice while it lasted.
I was like > < this close to saying yes to him when he wanted to go official but he hid a lot of shit from me and thats a big no from me.
Plus I don't need to be the gay version of a gang-widow lol