Yesterday as I was walking to Marcus's apartment (see the post from June 11, for the actual encounter), I walked toward Marcus's neighbor, a lean muscled black guy, around 38 years old, who is probably a recovered crack head. He is always friendly and talkative. One time he tried to sell me a radio, another time some CD's. This time he said "Hi", and then "You must be a construction worker". I said "no, I'm just about the opposite, but I do see your point". I was freshly showered, but wearing worn jeans, a white T shirt, a ball cap from a home improvement store and older sneakers. I have the build of a construction worker with big hands and nice arms.
I do have nice clothes, but when I am running errands, or visiting a regular friend with benefits, I wear what is most comfortable. The guys who find me attractive are strongly drawn to me. The ones who aren't pay me no attention. I have a go-t and have a moderately hairy chest. When hooking up I have even had gay men rub their faces in my chest hair, almost as if they were a cat rubbing on your leg.
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