Bored
he was bored
& looking for sex
as if sex was a solution
so far
nothing had lived up
to his expectations
his profile listed
his interests
it was like the index
to a gay sex manual
at nineteen
he wanted to try them all
while he was still young enough
to enjoy them all
before he was bored
by them all
what I hadn’t tried
of his endless index
had never appealed to me
at any age
some I had tried a few times
decided no thanks
to exploring them again
we chatted a awhile
he liked my dick pic
he wanted an older guide
one who was opened minded
as it became clear
I had boundaries
he became bitter
judgemental
not wanting to do
what he wanted to do
made me an ‘uptight old queen’
I wished him well
hoped he’d enjoy his explorations
added there were lots of men
ready to teach a nineteen year old
the ropes
but I wasn’t one of them
I signed off
his age wasn’t a big factor to me
but the index was
he’d have to learn
that just because
there was some common ground
that didn’t mean all ground
was was common
he texted me a day later
he felt
because I wasn’t so eager
that I was someone he could trust
wouldn’t take advantage of him
I mentioned a few of the
items in his index
that would never happen with me
and he once again
tried to bargain
he asked why didn’t I trust him
after all he trusted me
I said it had nothing to do with trust
but lack of interest
the more insistent he became
the the more bored I became
so I texted
‘okay okay
let’s meet
when and where’
he signed off
I haven’t from him since
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