Sweet as Pie

MVWD occurred during my first semester of college. I worked in an organic grocery store which attracted a number of strange customers, one of whom was a rather nice gay man, P, who was a favourite of all the cashiers. I was 18, and I closed the store by myself most weeknights, a time when P would come in and buy his favourite chocolate milk. After seeing him nearly everyday for a while, we got to talking and he mentioned his exotic Asian travels. When he gave me his Facebook information, I didn’t think anything of it.
A few weeks later, he commented on one of my status updates about my craving for pumpkin pie and asked me on a ‘pie’ date. I was thrilled, an older gay guy (he was 34-ish) wanted to take me out? That’s awesome! We agreed to meet at the store I worked at was it was near my house and a safe place to leave my car. We met, and naturally, things got awkward fast. I realized the second we started driving to the sushi place he’d picked that not only was he a lot older than I had thought but we’ve got absolutely nothing in common other than he shopped where I worked.
After an uncomfortable and rather expensive dinner, we invited me back to his place, to eat the pie he had lured me with in the first place. Agreeing, more because I was too uncomfortable not to agree, we went back to his place where he proceeded to provide me with alcohol and (badly) attempt to seduce me! What? I thought he was gay! I was surprised, but in retrospect, I know that it was my mistake for assuming.
After two hours, he finally agreed to take me back to my car. I was relieved and immediately ran inside the store and hid in the bathroom until he was gone. For the following six months after the date, he sent me invitations to parties, events, marathons, etc. Finally, my last communication from P was on my birthday, a very detailed and graphic discription of his desire to “eat” at my “restaurant,” if you know what I mean…


