STORY TIME: My First Boyfriend – Part 1

Donnie was my first love- but he got away. This is our story.
(This story was written in 1995 for my first website.)

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It all started in the winter of 1992….

I was working at a Best Buy in Racine, Wisconsin at the time. I had a 20 minute drive to get from there to Kenosha, where I was living, and the majority of the drive was along a highway that connected with my street. As I entered Racine, I would always pass by a Citgo gas station. On the way home from work, I would frequently stop at this gas station to fill up my gas tank.

One night I stopped and went inside to pay my bill. There at the counter stood the most adorable, albeit gorgeous guy I’d ever seen. He had deep blue eyes, brown hair and was about 6′ tall. I immediately knew he was gay… that instinct ‘gaydar’ we all have… but being rather shy I didn’t say too much. I simply paid my bill and left.

Needless to say my visits to that gas station became all the more frequent. It seemed that he worked there EVERY night.. so I was almost never disappointed. Once in a while I’d make small talk.. maybe just smile… he had the cutest Southern accent… I couldn’t begin to place where it was from, but that combined with his adorable looks just made him all the more irresistible.

At Best Buy I was a Product Specialist in the Audio Department. I had been there a few months so I pretty much knew what I was doing. One day I was at our ‘answer center’ and I looked up… whom did I see but Gas Station Guy, walking into the boombox aisle. I quickly scooted over there and said “HI”.

He recognized me from the visits to the gas station… and smiled. He wanted to buy a box… so I showed him all the features, gave it to him, and said, “See you around”. That was about it. I was in bliss.

The next day I was shocked to see that he had returned, with the boombox in hand. I waited for him to finish at Customer Service, then when he headed toward the boombox aisle again I asked him “Didn’t like that one?”

“No, I decided I wanted one with a CD player.”

“Well let me show you some that have one.”

We talked a little more small talk and I sold him the new boombox. I couldn’t tell if he liked me or not.. and for that matter I couldn’t tell if he was gay or not.. but deep down I knew he was.. he just had to be.

That night, I looked at my gas gauge and… what a surprise! I needed gas! =)

Stay tuned for Part 2…