SGM Seeks LTR in NYC: Sheathed or Unsheathed? A Cirumcision Fairy Tale.

In the distant land of Middle York, there lived a young adventurer named Rilo. He was a brash young thing, often running off with fellow adventurers to take part in dangerous quests. He had recently lost his one true love, the elvish prince Morristar, who sailed away to the lands of Cruizenor, as was the custom of his people. Since the departure of his beloved, Rilo threw himself even further into questing, and his tales of folly and fortune are preserved for all to read in the Red Book of Ess Gee Emm.

One day, as young Rilo roamed the countryside of Middle York, he happened upon a most alarming sight. A young warrior, about the same age as Rilo, was defending himself against a gang of bandits. The warrior fought well, though oddly, Rilo noticed he fought with his sword still in its sheath.

"That's an unsual tactic if ever I saw one," thought Rilo, but being of noble spirit he leapt into the fray and assisted the young man. Together, they fought off the bandits, until the wretched thieves fled into the forest.

"Thank you, friend," the warrior said to Rilo, wiping the sweat from his brow. Rilo admired the young man's strong, fighting arms, and how even with the exhaustion of battle he kept his composure. His hair was cut short, like the fashion of the nomadic desert people, and his eyes were the color of autumn, a light, clear brown.

Rilo was struck by the young man's beauty, and smiled shyly. He offered his hand in friendship. He was suddenly aware of how slight his frame was, when compared to the warrior before him. "My name is Rilo," he said.

The young man smiled. "And I am DaBunjicus. Tell me, Rilo, what think you of quests?"

Rilo brightened. "They are as precious to me as gold to dragons!" he exclaimed.

DaBunjicus smiled widely and clapped Rilo on the shoulder. "Well said, friend! Come then, you shall join me and be my companion on a quest to slay the terrible Bird-Beast of the Eastern Realm!"

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Da Bunj led me up the stairs to his apartment and I did the math in my head. Okay, so we're counting the first time we hung out as a first date. That's valid, even though it was techinically a group outing, because we spent the whole night talking to each other. Fine, okay, date number one.

We got to the second floor and he took out his keys. Then there was the first official date at Candle, hereafter to be referred to as Date #2. Lots of connection and big success. Unfortunately ended with drive-by hate speech, but what are you gonna do?

He opened the door and walked through, then gestured me inside. As I passed, he lightly touched me on the shoulder and smiled. A chill went all through me. Good kind of chill. Then lots of texts and emails, culminating in Date #3. Which was tonight.

I looked at him fondly as he locked the door, then started to panic.

Oh, God, what am I doing? Three dates isn't enough to rule out him being a weirdo or a robot sent from the future to kill me so I can't father the boy who will grow up to be the savior of mankind. And no one even knows that I'm here! What will happen to my future son? WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO MY FUTURE SON?!

I'm just sayin' it's possible, is all.