Stéphane Needs To Dry His Hair

Let’s be real. The first date was good and all… but calm your jets.

At the beginning I was way more into Stéphane than Stéphane was into me.

Makes sense. Stéphane was 26 at the time and I was 37. There was a big gap in age. I was ready to settle and get serious.

Stéphane was recently out of a long term relationship and wasn’t sure what he wanted yet. I had an established career, Stéphane was newly into a job that he wasn’t sure yet would be the right place for him. A young gay working in sports TV? Really?

There was a lot separating us.

Stéphane needed time to be Stéphane. And I was just this old guy who was into him… a bit of a cliché in the gay community.

I was friend-zoned a bit, if only for a while.

Some space was needed. So every excuse under the sun was used to slow down a second date.

Including… “Sorry… I need to dry my hair”. As ridiculous as it was, I got the message.

This didn’t stop the chatting though… and hangouts as friends would soon start aplenty.