October 2004 (Phoenix, AZ) –  I’m a happily married man, father of 2, who likes to surf gay porn, I on a business trip at a trade show. Life is good.

Wandering the aisles of the trade show, I pass by a young guy, late 20’s I think, 5’8", slight build, surfer body, longish black hair, tight jeans, brown skin, Asian descent, his back is to me and he’s talking to a customer. My gaydar goes off.

Circling back. My god, he’s adorable. Something tugs at me. I spend the remainder of the trade show trying to get more information on him and meet him.

On the last day of the event, I’m successful. We sit down together for lunch. His name is Ken, he’s 29. He’s hot. We talk. I get hotter. Dark brown eyes, soft touch, he is an excellent listener (good that I’m an excellent talker), very compassionate and empathetic, a real puppy.

My gaydar is going off so loud, I can barely hear what he’s saying, But we talk about business.  I’m older, more experienced, he appreciates the guidance. We exchange cards, we’ll be in touch. In touch is an understatement.