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I'm 25 years old and I've never been in love. That changes this year.
Two weeks ago, I met a guy on Grindr and after only a few days of conversing, we met for our first date. Thankfully, a girl in a bridal party at the bar helped break the ice and we had what was probably the best first date I've ever been on. Drinks at one bar, then dancing (and maybe some kissing/friskiness) until 3 a.m. at a club, followed by breakfast.
Yesterday, we met for our second date. He opened up to me over sangria and Latin food, revealing some interesting facts about himself. He's 46, a fact which he disclosed during our first date, but he doesn't look older than 34. But the bombshell was that he has a son, a son that's two years older than me. While some would find both those facts off-putting, I appreciated his honesty and listened to his hellacious story of raising a child with a born again Christian.
Afterwards, we went to Macy's, as he needed to pick up a few items, items which included underwear. He insisted on buying me a pair of Emporio Armani trunks, which I thought was bizarre, but never did I feel uncomfortable or pressured to do anything in return for them. Though, I did say I'd wear them on our next date.
We then headed to an outdoor bar that was gay hipster central. Luckily, the weather was beautiful and the gay hipsters provided great people watching. At one point, he told me that he enjoyed "this," just being out with me on a Sunday afternoon having drinks and soaking up the sun. He was partnered to someone for eight years and towards the end, his partner didn't want to do anything with him, not even grocery shopping. So being out and about with someone was something he definitely missed.
Unfortunately, the date had to come to an end, so he took me back to my car, which we left at the restaurant. I kissed him good night and made tentative plans to go dancing again on Saturday. He said he definitely would like to go to Pride with me in two weeks.
While it is premature to really make any determinations, I think there's potential. I'm just going to take it slow and see what develops.
I'm hopeful that 2011 is the year I finally experience love.
On a different note, I was right up against the b-stage for Lady Gaga last weekend. A-FUCKING-MAZING. An experience I will never forget.
I'll be seeing Janet Jackson this Friday with my mother and Kylie Minogue with a good friend in Los Angeles in May. Can't wait!
Two weeks ago, I met a guy on Grindr and after only a few days of conversing, we met for our first date. Thankfully, a girl in a bridal party at the bar helped break the ice and we had what was probably the best first date I've ever been on. Drinks at one bar, then dancing (and maybe some kissing/friskiness) until 3 a.m. at a club, followed by breakfast.
Yesterday, we met for our second date. He opened up to me over sangria and Latin food, revealing some interesting facts about himself. He's 46, a fact which he disclosed during our first date, but he doesn't look older than 34. But the bombshell was that he has a son, a son that's two years older than me. While some would find both those facts off-putting, I appreciated his honesty and listened to his hellacious story of raising a child with a born again Christian.
Afterwards, we went to Macy's, as he needed to pick up a few items, items which included underwear. He insisted on buying me a pair of Emporio Armani trunks, which I thought was bizarre, but never did I feel uncomfortable or pressured to do anything in return for them. Though, I did say I'd wear them on our next date.
We then headed to an outdoor bar that was gay hipster central. Luckily, the weather was beautiful and the gay hipsters provided great people watching. At one point, he told me that he enjoyed "this," just being out with me on a Sunday afternoon having drinks and soaking up the sun. He was partnered to someone for eight years and towards the end, his partner didn't want to do anything with him, not even grocery shopping. So being out and about with someone was something he definitely missed.
Unfortunately, the date had to come to an end, so he took me back to my car, which we left at the restaurant. I kissed him good night and made tentative plans to go dancing again on Saturday. He said he definitely would like to go to Pride with me in two weeks.
While it is premature to really make any determinations, I think there's potential. I'm just going to take it slow and see what develops.
I'm hopeful that 2011 is the year I finally experience love.
On a different note, I was right up against the b-stage for Lady Gaga last weekend. A-FUCKING-MAZING. An experience I will never forget.
I'll be seeing Janet Jackson this Friday with my mother and Kylie Minogue with a good friend in Los Angeles in May. Can't wait!