Ok, so maybe he wasn’t greased up…
Lately I’ve been becoming friends with the deaf guy from my gym (aka Marco). I think I’ve mentioned him before.
But recently our friendship has moved beyond the occasional chat in the sauna at the gym to an actual exchange of phone numbers.
What a godsend cell phones with texting must be to the deaf community!
But back to the sauna…
My sign language is really improving, even if I only get to practice on him. And because he can read lips and verbalize (yes, he sounds like Marlee Matlin) we communicate fairly well.
Plus I’m learning all kinds of interesting signs, like: bitch, whore, motherfucker, lesbian and sling.
He’s very funny and we joke a lot. He was telling me about this old dude at the gym that hit on him by presenting his ass for him to ostensibly fuck. He was so grossed out but laughing while describing the horror.
I told him next time he should cover his eyes and say “I’m not listening!!”
He completely lost it and now wants to make that into a t-shirt design for the deaf.
Yeah, I’m cool like that.
In addition to joking and laughing, Marco is also somewhat (very) flirty.
Because you are all probably wondering, he’s 6’2″, fairly beefy, fairly cute, kanji tattoos and he’s Italian (ITALIAN Italian… from Florence).
He’s also an artist.
And apparently bisexual.
Well, really TRYsexual, as he vividly expressed his love of fucking. Whatever, whenever.
(And no, I haven’t seen the goods yet. He is always modestly in a swimsuit in the sauna. But to me it looks like he packin serious cargo.)
Anyway, as I said we have now moved into a texting relationship as well as a gym friendship. And this weekend he invited me to go out dancing with he and his lesbian friends.
To a gay bar, no less.
I didn’t go.
I know, I KNOW… I’m a party pooper. But I was tired on Saturday, I didn’t get the chance to nap, and I had a band concert on Sunday.
I just didn’t have the energy for drinking, dancing, and deafness.
I guess I missed a good time, though. He told me all about it in the sauna on Sunday. They were grooving til 3 am.
I promised him that next time I would go. No excuses.
Of course I’m gonna need to brush up on my signing first. First of all, his group of friends include deaf and hard of hearing folks.
And secondly, how DOES one sign “Take me home and turd burgle me, ya big Italian stallion”?