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“Whatever, Dude”

Ryan Field

It’s that cute little blond-boy ass, strutting his wares

along Santa Monica Boulevard in his trademark white tee-shirt and

torn jeans, that most people tend to imagine when they think of the

consummate male hustler. He’s usually emaciated from spending

his money on drugs rather than food, he has at least one large tattoo

on his body, and he knows all too well that just by slightly spread-

ing his legs, or bending his knee in a certain position, or placing the

palm of his long thin hand on his upper thigh, he can attract all the

attention he desires. It’s become so cliché that it’s almost laughable,

and whether these guys know it or not…or if they even care…the

lugubrious expressions on their faces can be spotted for miles.

But no one ever suspects the white-collar guy in his early

thirties, who secretly craves things a bit rough and raunchy and

who thrives on the element of danger. It’s the guy with the perfect

haircut and the perfect job as a junior attorney you never wonder

about. He drives the perfect sports car to the perfect gourmet food

market to buy the perfect hunk of cheese. He pays his taxes, and

he lives a responsible life—except for the fact that he likes sex a

little too much and has run out of places to satisfy his imperfect

needs.

“Whatever, Dude”

I know all about this. It happened to me a few years ago, just

after I’d left another jaded bar in Hollywood, still hungry for a real

man and tired of getting myself off on the Internet. I left the bar

and decided to drive south, to a rest stop along a quiet stretch of

highway I’d heard was a notorious gay cruise spot. Though I’d

never done that sort of cruising before, the thought of it had always

intrigued me. And I was ripe for a new adventure. Besides, any gay

man who has reached the age of thirty and never cruised a state park,

a truck stop, or a public restroom at least once is clearly missing out

on an interesting experience. That scene’s not for everyone, but it

shouldn’t be completely ignored.

It was a warm night in late June, and I had the top down. When

I pulled off the highway and exited into the rest area, I took a deep

breath when I saw only one car parked in front of the restroom and a

red landscaping truck parked at the end of the lot, near a wooded area

that seemed safe and dark and private. I’d been tapping my fingers on

the steering wheel all the way over, worried that the whole place

would be swarming with older guys grabbing their crotches and

wagging their tongues. I knew that if I saw too much action there, I’d

probably drive past it all and go home alone.

I looked at my watch; it was still early. I suspected more guys

would show up as the night wore on. So I pulled into an empty parking

space, about three spaces away from the landscape truck, and decided to

sit perfectly still for a while. The spaces were arranged on a slight angle,

so all I could see was the back of the red landscape truck. There were

rakes and shovels fastened to the side, and a faded sign on the passenger

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