When I woke up the following morning, there was a ticket to a symphony in Virginia Beach and instructions to drive there tonight. It was only about two or three hours to Virginia Beach from Richmond, so I spent a while surfing the net for job opportunities. However, I kept getting messages from guys who wanted to f**k me, and I felt my resolve slipping so I left for the gym.
Gyms in Richmond aren’t known as cruisy places for gay men, but it seemed like more men than usual brushed up against me or smiled in my direction. I wanted to get f****d by all of them.
Monogamy was so difficult.
I dressed in a suit and made good time down I-64. I was surprised to find Kyoko Sato was the special guest flautist, and they would perform “Flight of the Bumblebee,” which was one of my favorite pieces. I
