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Nonverbal communication is no longer just for Sunday afternoons at the park. We take gay cruising out of the bathroom and into the boardroom.

Let's be honest - I was shit at cruising. Absolutely terrible. While other gay men could communicate an entire evening's worth of intentions with one perfectly timed glance across a bar, I was the guy awkwardly waving like I'm flagging down a taxi.


But here's the thing: being bad at something doesn't mean you can't learn from watching the masters work.

Cruising is older than Grindr, older than those sketchy chat rooms we all pretended we never used. It's the original social networking - conveying everything about availability, interest, and intent without saying a word. Park benches, gym locker rooms, the produce section at Whole Foods. Location doesn't matter. It's about mastering nonverbal communication in its purest form - those notes between the music, the way two people can lock eyes and instantly know they're speaking the same language.


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The Accidental Master Class in Reading People

When I started researching gay culture for my writing, I realized cruising wasn't just about getting laid - though let's not pretend that wasn't the primary objective. It was a master class in nonverbal communication that most people never get access to.


I began noticing these subtle signals everywhere, like someone had handed me decoder glasses for human behavior. The guy checking his phone every thirty seconds during our coffee meeting? Same energy as someone at a bar who keeps looking over your shoulder for better options. The woman who leans forward and maintains eye contact while you're talking in a pitch meeting. She's locked in, just like that leather daddy who used to give me the slow up-and-down scan that said, "I'm interested, but I want to see what you're working with first."


Intelligence agencies train operatives in this exact skill set - reading micro-expressions, understanding what people want without them spelling it out. The difference is they're trying to prevent international incidents, and we were just trying to get off.


Context Is Everything (And I Fucked This Up A Lot)


Different environments have different unspoken rules for nonverbal communication, and I consistently screwed this up by not reading the room. Corporate boardrooms operate like high-end hotel lobbies - everything is subtle, measured, and if you come on too strong, security escorts you out. Startup meetings are more like neighborhood dive bars - casual, direct, everyone's a little desperate and pretending they're not.


I was the nervous guy whose default setting was "approach directly and hope for the best." Picture a golden retriever trying to cruise - enthusiastic, obvious, and completely missing every social cue in the room.


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The Power of Actually Listening to Nonverbal Communication

The most important lesson took me years to internalize authenticity beats technique every fucking time. Desperation shows in your posture, your timing, how quickly you move from person to person when things aren't clicking. I've learned to recognize that energy in myself and step back before I start radiating "please

validate my existence" vibes.


But here's the real magic: genuine curiosity changes everything. When I'm actually interested in understanding someone rather than just trying to get something from them, the entire dynamic shifts. When I stop calculating what I might gain and start thinking about what I can offer, suddenly they're leaning in instead of checking their watch.


Mastering nonverbal communication isn't about manipulation - it's about becoming genuinely attuned to the unspoken conversation happening beneath the surface of every interaction.

2 men sitting and talking in a dimly lit bar. A bartender behind them pouring drinks.
Sometimes great eye contact is all it takes to end a meeting with a handshake and a deal.

The Notes Between the Music

I'm still learning this shit, obviously. My track record in both cruising and business networking is checkered at best. But I'm getting better at reading those subtle signals, at understanding the unspoken rules of whatever situation I'm in.


Maybe what cruising really taught me is that connection happens in the spaces between words, in the willingness to see and be seen. Whether that's across a crowded bathhouse or a conference room, the fundamental skill set remains surprisingly consistent.

And sometimes, you have to accept that you're the guy waving like you're flagging down a taxi. There's honesty in that too.


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I’m an autistic small business owner. I went to bed one night thinking about client emails and tomorrow’s to-do list. Nothing unusual. Except one thing.... I'm a sucker for a scam and way to gullible. Enter fintech goliath Stripe. I recently joined stripe to attempt to get a merchant account. Turns out I got a lot more than that! My story of a Stripe Atlas scam left me with a ghost company, complaints to regulators, and one hell of a story. I saw when life gives you phantom shell companies, make lemonade!


Stripe Atlas scammed me- and I respect the hustle.

I woke up the next morning with… a company in Delaware. At least, that’s what Stripe Atlas told me. They proudly declared I’d been incorporated—pop the champagne, cue the startup confetti. 🎉✨

Except there was a tiny problem. I never asked for another LLC, I had one already. and Delaware? Yeah, Delaware had no idea who I was. 🧐

Autistic entrepreneur wakes up in bed as emojis, Delaware silhouette, ghost, briefcase, and “Incorporated” document float beside him.
Welcome to my life

Enter the Phantom Company


Stripe had hit my account for $500. No warning, no handshake, no courtesy call. Just—poof—$500 gone. 💳💥 Then came the email: “Congrats! You’re incorporated in Delaware!”🎩


So I do what any reasonable person would do: I check the state’s records. Guess what? No company. No filing. No nothing. It was like Stripe had sold me a unicorn. 🦄💸 When I asked Stripe about it, they assured me, with a straight face: "It's too late to refund you money, you have a second company!.” 🤡

Where- Outer space? The Metaverse? Delaware was over here sipping iced tea like they’d never even heard of me. 🍹


The Bank That Napped

Meanwhile, Huntington Bank had the chance to block this charge before it posted. They didn’t. They just shrugged like, “Eh, too late.” 🏦😴


So now I’m standing there with:

  • A $500 hole in my wallet 🕳️💰

  • A bank that couldn’t be bothered filing a fraud complaint 🛌

  • And Stripe insisting my invisible LLC is alive and well in some alternate universe 🌌


My New Hobby: Filing Complaints

At this point, I’ve filed complaints with every regulator I could find: CFPB, OCC, FTC, California AG, Delaware AG, and yes—even the FBI cyber division (I3). 👮‍♂️💻


Because apparently Stripe Atlas is running the world’s first Schrödinger’s cat LLC: simultaneously incorporated and not incorporated at the same time. 🐱📦


The Strong-Arm Refund

After weeks of chasing ghosts, rattling cages, and basically moonlighting as a one-man watchdog agency… Stripe finally blinked. They handed the $500 back. Not because they wanted to, but because they got pushed into a corner. 🥊💸and I incinerated them on a federal and state level.


The Takeaway

So if you’re planning to sell online or get a merchant account with Stripe, let my story be a cautionary tale.

You might get more than you bargained for: Invisible companies. 🤯Banks that nap through fraud. 😴Refunds that only come after you yell loud enough. 📢


Stripe likes to market itself as the sleek, modern face of online payments. But sometimes? It feels more like a carnival funhouse: Pay $500, spin the wheel, and see if you get a company… or just a headache. 🎡🎭


 
 
 

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