Chapter 3

Nate.

It was early September, when I zipped my hot Dark Mocha in a coffee store, 200 miles away from home. Sitting there, I loaded my Grindr account, try to find any guys nearby, in my hometown. With luck, I might find a guy who could accompany me later at night. This town was freaking cold. With a Wi-Fi connection that the store provided, I looked, one by one, picture of guys in there.

30 minutes after, I was done exploring guys there, none of them was good enough, cocky, eh?. And I noticed a red light flashing on my blackberry. It was my friend, Kevin.
"Nate, I wanna introduce you to a guy, 26 years old. Kinda good looking and I think he's your type."
"Hahaha... Don't you know me, Kev? I don't date kids." In fact, I used to date older guys. I couldn't stand younger ones.
"Yeah, I did guess you'd say that."
"Btw, do you wanna hang out with us later?"
"Uhm, actually, I can't. I had re-scheduled my flight to tomorrow morning. My parents are throwing a shower party for my sis. I have to be there."
"Okay then, let me know if you need me to pick you up! Safe flight, buddy!"
"Yo. Thanks Kev!"

***

I was born this way, like Gaga said. I was a discreet one, but I didn't really care what people say about me. Nathaniel Alexander Wijono, me, was born 30 years ago, the youngest of 3 sons. I dated girls as many as I dated guys, and none of them end well. I was not proud of these, but I was not sorry either. I was on my way finding the right one.

***

Two days later, I laid on my bed, trying to catch some nap, but then I started my Grindr page, again. I was addicted to this application. It was beeped when it opened. A message, from a guy, 25 years old. Bah! But I replied anyway. We talked for a while then I leaved my Blackberry pin, so we could chat later. I had no idea why I gave it to him.

He was nice and polite. I thought he was spoiled little brats, like young guys always were, but apparently he wasn't. He was mature enough for his age. We talked for a whole day and the day after, and the day after, and I started to put my interest on him.

***

It was at the hospital parking lot, when I saw him for the first time. His friend got an accident and he had to be there for him. I went to that hospital to keep him company.
"Hey, finally I see you, Andy."
"Yeah, I wish we met on a better place"
"Nah, I am thankful enough seeing you." Well, surely I did. He was adorable but something bothered me. Questions wandered in my mind, 'Would I go for this guy? Geez, did words do kill?'.