(As always, please pardon the grammar errors. This chapter is pretty tame, but it’s setting the stage for our fun.)
I woke up and checked my phone, reviewing the new e-mails in my inbox. One e-mail was from the resort hotel that I was scheduled to visit in three weeks. I reluctantly opened it, already knowing what it would say: “we’re sorry, but with the current COVID outbreak, we’ve cancelled your stay.” Although this was expected, I was still disappointed. On the positive side, I now had a week of vacation scheduled which I needed to fill.
But before we delve deeper, I should provide some background. My name is Harry, I’m a mostly-heterosexual 34 y/o man living in San Francisco. I’ve lived in the Bay Area most of my life, but have never settled down or gotten married. I enjoy the city’s active social scene, and the adventurous playmates I’m able to spend time with. Since my girlfriend and I broke up last January, I’ve been in a bit of a sexual lull because the swinger clubs are closed (fuck COVID). I had hoped to meet some people at the resort, but that’s no longer an option.