DNA Lounge Twink.

I met a very interesting drug dealer of a man.

I will call him Kitty to keep his identity safe.

I do admire Kitty’s hustle in San Francisco but what I do admire even more is his heart.

You see, Kitty has a heart condition. I’m not sure what exactly ails his heart but I figured driving Kitty around the Bay Area would allow him to rest and reel in more profit.

As night fell, we ended up at DNA lounge.

It’s pretty much the straight version of Tiger Heat in Los Angeles but with an indoor food concession stand and possibly even hotter dudes.

I was scoping the scene to see who exactly came to these events as I was curious to see if I could possibly land a cuties attention that night.

That night held some bitchy girls and loud mouth guys who didn't hold my attention…but one lad did.

A fight broke out that night and the conflicting energy caused a scene of chaos.

A troublesome girl yelling obscenities caused security to escort her out to the streets.

None of my business who called the police but I believe there was no reason to have her detained for her obnoxiously rude and trash behavior…sadly we live in a society with various opinions and small thinking.

As the police tried to size up the scene, a twinkish young man decided to act out.

This man steadily made his way to one of the police vehicles, attempting to take a selfie next to the car while simultaneously being heckled by the police to get out of the way.

A charmer he was.

A dude doing stupid guy shit.

I eagerly watched him the rest of the night as I was mesmerized.

A local I believe.

His smile and sharp chin were features of most significance as he conversed with his friend group that night.

I jotted down on my phone, pretending I was texting but eye fucking him simultaneously.

He looked my way…but did he catch on to me…