Anyway...
Mark and I still texted/talked on the phone every single day. We saw each other about three times a week. We went to movies and dinner, you know, the usual gay types of dates.
One day, however, he got me texting about the subject of sex. I don't know how he did it, but he did. After a while, he asked if he thought the idea of Google video chatting and...ahem...you know...flogging uncle fester would be a good idea.
Since he was the first guy who ever told me who he thought that I was cute, I quickly said that I would--but that I didn't have a webcam. Mark said that that would be alright.
So, that night, we logged on.
Long story short: It was awkward, and surreal, and weird, and confusing--why would he cyber stuff stuff if he was so against actual physical contact--and strange, and...just...not cool.
After that, I made up in my mind that I didn't want to see him again. I wasn't going to "date" someone who was so vehemently against physical contact, yet bare it all online, and expect for the relationship to go somewhere.
So, as any brave soul would do, I email broke up with him.
And, as quick as it started, it ended. Mark was no longer a part of my life--which was fine...because he was weird.
~End Part Twelve
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