A Waste of Time

So, for some reason I feel like sharing this story. The other day I was on my lunchbreak and in Subway, getting a sandwich. When I walked in, there was this skinny little twink of a guy, maybe about twenty years old and with a twenty-two-inch waist on his chick jeans, his eyebrows were plucked nearly to oblivion, etc. So, of course I was looking. I kind of watched to see if he was there with people, and he went back to sit down at a table with these two guys who looked to be in their mid-forties, went to the gym way too much, and all that. At this point I’m thinking, “Good for them,” maybe I should ask the older guys for tips on picking up guys or something. After a few minutes they get up, and the blond older guy, as they walk toward the door, has his hands all over the little guy’s back and butt, pulling up his t-shirt and revealing the star tattoos on his lower back, placed symmetrically sort of like they were meant as guide marks for where to place your thumbs when you’re slamming him against your crotch. They walk outside together, and as I leave are standing on the street corner smoking. As I pass, the little guy stretches his arms up and reveals his tummy, at which point he also reveals the top of what he’s wearing underneath the chick jeans: a diaper. That’s right, they had him in a diaper. I kind of did a double take, because at first I just saw some sort of white material poking out and I thought maybe he was wearing lacy panties or something along those lines, but nope, it was a diaper.

That’s all for today.