The last year has been surreal. Quarantine has me alienated to the point where I'm not entirely sure that humanity still exists, and isn't just some sort of elaborate social media simulation. For example, I'm only 80% sure that chapo dot chat isn't just me posting alongside a bunch of chatbots.
To answer this, I have to split it up into two categories: straight and gay. My favorite straight guys are the stoner types who have bizarre but strongly held opinions about music, like believing that Flowers was the Rolling Stones' greatest album.
My favorite gay guys are the ones who casually tell you within 5 minutes of meeting them for the first time that they've had the cops called on them by their neighbors because they like to scream during sex, and how they're thinking of switching therapists because they didn't "show sufficient empathy" for the fact that his ex-husband asked him to go on a double-date with their new boyfriends.