Charles Moriarty

A Guy for Christmas Charles Moriarty

Dear Santa,

Please can you send me a guy for Christmas? Someone kind, good-looking, sweet... but who knows what he's doing? ( If you get my meaning;-) ) You must know SO MANY people. Surely you can give someone a shove in my direction?

I'm serious here!


I need your help.

I'm eighteen and I'm a virgin.

That doesn't sound bad, right?

Well, in my little town, most of the guys I went to school with are getting a lot of action. And bragging about it. They have their pick of girls.

Only thing is? I don't want a girl. And gay or bi guys are pretty thin on the ground around here.

Hell, the only gay guy I know of for sure is my neighbor, Mr. Quentin, but he's 'ancient'. He has to be at least thirty. Not that he isn't hot - don't get me wrong, he's smoking! He was the coolest teacher ever, but he's not gonna be interested in a guy my age.

Anyway, Santa.... I know you're kinda busy right now, but if you could spare a thought for my little problem, I'd be eternally grateful.

Thanks, Santa.

Robin

P. S. I know I made it sound like it's all about popping my cherry, but a little Christmas romance would be great too. So no guys with snow where their hearts should be, okay? I want ALL the feelz.

P. P. S On second thoughts, make that a lot of romance. But be careful, okay, Santa? I want a guy who'll steal my heart, not break it.