Friday, March 28, 2008
Well peeps, it seems I have made it alive and well in the city of Brotherly Love. It was not without its mishaps, however...I sat on the damn runway for A FUCKING HOUR in the Memphis heat without air before the morons decided they didn't need ground air to fly and keep passengers comfortable. So we take off -- dude sitting next to me is reading the Bible, which I am totally cool with, and I am reading a book about where the Christian right went wrong (I'll post about that later. Eventually, I arrived in Philly to find it was cooler (read: colder) that I expected.
We had dinner at a lovely sushi restaurant downtown, and went to three of the local gay bars, where we met some interesting creatures. Hey, I got one hot dance out of one of them before my friend decided to drag me home...So, here I am in West Chester...He is still asleep and I am just kind of stirring now... If I get a chance, I'll update....
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Ok peeps, here is the story behind the date that did not happen. Last time I saw New Guy was Sunday afternoon when he was working at the bar. I asked him where he would like to go for dinner and he said "surprise me". Ok -- so I put some time into thinking where we should go, what would be a nice place, where he may not have gone...that sort of thing. I give him a call on Monday to say hi and see what's up - no answer, so I leave a message. Did not get a call back. So I call the next morning - same thing, but being at work he would be busy so I didn't think much about it. Later that night (the night we were supposed to go out) I called and left a message saying that I figured he was busy and just to meet me at the restaurant at 8 pm after my exercise class. Then and only then, 2 HOURS BEFORE THE SUPPOSED DATE I get a call saying he can't go because he forgot his brother's birthday party. There are so many ways I could go with this I wont even start. Give me a break. This did not come as a complete surprise. As I mentioned earlier, I went to the bar to see him the other night. As it happens, the owner of the bar had purchased a PlayStation for the customers at the bar to use. New Guy was making good use of said PlayStation. For two hours straight. Call me stupid - or even a variety of other things which I richly deserve - but as much as I liked this guy, I want to be with someone who wants to be with me. Period. I am not going to settle for that. But more than anything, it really hurt my feelings. I really liked this one and he was the only one that I have introduced to my friends. My friends all told me I was too good to be chasing after a fry cook. I don't necessarily think that I am better than anyone because of their chosen profession, but I have come to the conclusion that I deserve better than what I got. Oh, and did I mention that I still haven't heard from him? Nothing. Not even a call pretending to say he was sorry for ditching me.
A friend of mine, who incidentally tends bar at the very same bar where New Guy works, gave me some advice a long time ago that seems not to have sunk into my thick head. He told me "Men. Are. Pigs." He is truly a sage amongst men. This time, I think I believe him. I have come to the conclusion that basically men are good for one thing and one thing only. And you know what it is. That and leaving - I guess that makes two things. So I have officially sworn off men, at least for dating purposes. I think I will stick to the two things that men are apparently good at...
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Well, it is a couple of weeks later and I still haven't scared New Guy off as of yet. Tonite we are going on our first real date (not counting beers at a local gay bar). It is fairly difficult for him to get off work to go out as he works two full time jobs. It is still WAY too early to tell if this will work out or not. I have never been in a relationship before and the chances are huge that I will fuck it up somehow. Add to the fact that we really don't know each other. I like what I know so far, but we have only known each other a couple of weeks. Honestly, how much of that is "knowing" someone and how much is pure animal lust? I thought so... So we shall see what we shall see. Far as I know, I really like hanging around him and I think he feels the same. I'm not at all nervous about going out tonite - actually, I'm looking forward to it - but at the same time, my short history with the sterling gents of Memphis has left me a bit cynical and jaded. I can't help but wonder what's wrong with him. I saw him a couple of times this weekend and that went real good.
Speaking of the sterling gents of Memphis, I bumped into the first guy that ever asked me out. I was at the bar where New Guy works and in he walks. I thought awwwwwwww--shitshitshitshitfuckdamnfuckingshit. Almost a year ago, I went out with this guy against the better advice of good gay bartenders everywhere. They were all unanimous in their advice of STAY THE HELL AWAY. Did I heed their advice??? Are Baptists open-minded? Hell no I didn't stay away. Much drama ensued as a result. He is one of those that is all about the chase and I fell right into it. Apparently he enjoys head games and has probably won a gold medal in the Head Olympics for them. The last time we went out in September, he had already started playing games and tried to corner me into a relationship and when I said that wasn't happening he started crying (crocodile tears). I remember going to pay the bar bill and he just got up and walked out - no good bye, nothing -- just left. I took this as a ploy for me to chase after him. Hell no -- good riddance. The other night, when he saw me, he came over to where I was by the bar and slopped sugar all over me and wanted to know how I was and all that crap. (It's a wonder I didn't throw up on him). Later when his friend had gone somewhere, I said its been a long time since I have seen you...I also said if memory serves correctly, that he walked out on me the last time I saw him. He admitted to doing so. Naturally, I inquired as to why and he said I was all hung up on my best friend (all up in his ass were his exact words, I believe) as he looked at me like he were trying to bore holes in steel. I calmly said that if my friend is nothing more than my best friend, then I am extremely fortunate as I know he cares about me and that he would not do anything to hurt me --two things I could say never say about him. Long, hard stare again. He said he hoped I found what I was looking for and he meant that with respect. I stared back just as hard and said thank you and I mean that with respect and I turned and walked out. I was quite proud of myself that night if I do say so. I knew one day that encounter was coming. Bad thing is, he is just so damned good looking and I am a sucker for a good looking guy and tend to cave. But I persevered in the face of adversity and overcame.
So, tonite is the night and we will see how it goes... Will post more later...
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
I know, I know - I haven't posted in some time now. A fact that is only evident to my one loyal Internet reader. Things have been busy and not much noteworthy to report. Until now. I have met someone. Someone I realllllllly like. Someone that likes me too. The fact that he likes me is probably an indication of some latent, maniacal disorder too frightening to ponder. But for the time being - he is perfect. I met him at one of the local gay bars where a friend of mine is a bartender. I was up there at the bar to visit my friend when I saw the cutest guy in the whole world sitting across from me. He is a little stockier than me and had this headful of curly hair and a beard. I melted. (Aside: If any of my friends within striking distance reads this - I do not wish to be teased for I am a vengeful person with a long memory) I asked my friend to let him know that I thought he was cute and he did. Turns out hottie works at the bar as a cook. Hottie comes back in and smiles at me and that is pretty much it. I was way to shy all of a sudden to go up to him and say something. So I left and didn't see him again until last Friday night.
As it happens, two of my friends go to this particular bar to see the drag show. Hottie comes up to me and says he was sorry for being an ass (he never was) but that he thought that I was someone else. He said after I left, the bartender kept saying that I was not who he thought he was. We spent the rest of the evening holding hands, watching the drag show in the company of my two friends (which was a big deal for me anyway). We played a little of bad pool and had a genuinely fun time. Before I left I told him I would try to stop by the next night. He actually seemed pleased at this, and I wondered again what could possibly be wrong with the boy.
I did go back two times this weekend to see him and I had a few beers with him this past Tuesday night. I know this is the GAYEST thing I could possibly say, but he has the prettiest eyes and smile. One bad thing - he works two full time jobs, so his free time is very limited. Hopefully, I wont scare this one off. I plan to take it real slow. We shall see what we shall see. I'll update when I know something more...