I love words. I hate texts.
Eastwood tapped me on Grindr late last night. A tap is akin to a tap on the shoulder, a brief introduction, a “hello” in the briefest of terms.
This afternoon I said “hello” to Eastwood.
Slowly, across the internet, like walking slowly across a bar, Eastwood responded. Eastwood is 30, 5’7”, a lithe 145 pounds, great smile, hazel/green eyes.
“Hi,” he texted.
“How’s it going?” I asked.
And then it started, or staggered perhaps, a volley of Q & A. All in text of course.
But Eastwood tickles me, makes me laugh, likes my writing.
So readers, please allow me to introduce you to Eastwood.