Chasing Love

Chase, mid twenties, is a fierce gay man who lives in the smallest hick town you can imagine. He has just returned from a college party.



Chase

At that moment I knew. I knew the way you know about a good melon. You know how you're strolling along the fruits and you're just dying for something...juicy, but not too soft? Because if it's too soft, then it might go bad. You gotta test the little piece of potential before you take it home, right? Stop giggling, I'm serious about this.
I swear, as soon as I walked into that apartment, it was like strolling down the sexiest aisle in Safeway. Oh, there were potential fruits, some peaches I'd already sampled, a few cherries I'd already popped...STOP LAUGHING, I'm trying to tell you my life story here, it's very painful! Where was I...popping cherries, right...when I looked across the beer pong table and (he gasps, lost in the world of the party) that was it. The Mellen. John Mellen. I remember listening to John Mellencamp when I was with my father, stealing the CD cover at night and memorizing the lyrics over and over so my dad wouldn't think I was gay...so he'd be proud to have a straight son...so to meet someone named John Mellen was just pure satisfaction. I have to have him. He knew me from around, in fact we're normally beer pong buddies, it's very convenient how many straight super powers I have. I changed the music to "Hurts So Good" and offered my services to John as a beer pong partner. He was already too buzzed to realize that I was deliberately sucking on purpose.
Every person in them has a percentage of gay in them. Some are 15%, some are 29%, and if you're like me you realize that alcohol encourages a rise in someone's percentage. I helped him to the spare room, we laughed and wrestled and I could almost taste how juicy his lips were. He was ripe for the picking. And I knew. I knew the way you know about a really good Mellen.
I'm not going to kiss and tell, mind you, I am a gentleman and a lady at the same time. But let's just say I have a feeling that he's not going to call me. You girls have all the luck.