When I was 19, I got pretty deep into my local gay hookup scene. Not my best era, but also not my worst. Enter…the guy. He texted me on Grindr and made it clear what he wanted to do with me. I was young and naive, so I agreed to meet up at his place without meeting him in public first. He asked if I liked PnP, which I had to search on Urban Dictionary. I said that I didn’t care if he did, but that I preferred not to. He said that was okay and that he just liked “a little bit of nose candy to help [his] stamina.”
After about half an hour of some of the best sex I’ve had to date, his crash set in and he passed out. During my walk of shame, I noticed a bulging envelope and a notebook on the coffee table. Inside the notebook were names, addresses, and a LOT of dollar amounts. In that moment, I made a split-second decision (rationalizing that he couldn’t call the cops on me without incriminating himself) to take it and the envelope, which ended up having just over $2k in mostly small bills. Once I was far enough away, I blocked him on Grindr and changed my entire profile. Haven’t heard anything about him since, but I still have the cash. I found it again today while going through some old stuff. Even 5 years and 2 moves later, I’m still too scared to spend any of it.
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