Okay, so yesterday I decided to give this “old men cruising” thing a shot. I’d heard about it, seen some stuff online, and, well, curiosity got the better of me. I’m not gonna lie, I was a little nervous, but also kinda excited.
First thing I did was, you know, a little research. Wanted to see what it was all about, where people do it, the whole deal. I spent a good hour just browsing around, getting a feel for things. I found some, uh, interesting spots that were mentioned, nothing illegal or anything, just places.
Then came the hard part – actually going out and doing it. I picked a spot, a local park that I felt most comfortable at, and just…went. I drove around for a bit, heart pounding, not really knowing what to expect. I saw a few, shall we say, candidates, but I chickened out a couple of times. Drove around the block, took a deep breath, the whole nine yards.
- Got to the park.
- Drove around. A lot.
- Saw some potential…guys.
- Panicked. Mildly.
Finally, I saw this one guy. Older, kinda distinguished looking, sitting on a bench reading. I circled the block again, parked, and just sat there for a good ten minutes, trying to work up the nerve. Eventually, I just said “screw it” and got out of the car.
I walked past him, trying to look casual, made eye contact for, like, a split second. He gave a little nod, and…well, that was it. We ended up chatting for a while, just about normal stuff – the weather, the park, books. Nothing crazy, just two guys talking.
I ended my first time with just having a chat with an older gentleman, It’s not what I thought it would be.
So, yeah, that was my “old men cruising” adventure. It wasn’t some wild, crazy experience, but it was definitely…something. Would I do it again? Maybe. It was interesting, to say the least. And hey, at least I can say I tried it, right?
