Out and About
Thursday night Ian, Angela and I went out to Starky's, this nice, mellow gay pub; the last time we went in the summer, this creepy dude with a hude bleeding gash on his leg wandered up to our outside table, wandered away again after asking someone to call the police, and came back after, apparently, retrieving his pet parakeet from wherever it was he'd come from. Also, there was a big dog named Jupiter whose interests included making new friends and walking himself around with his leash in his mouth. He was the best!
But I digress.
Ian and I were headed out when Angela called Ian and, after after she warned Ian that there might be cute boys there... "...Right. Because it is my usual modus operandi to pretend to be Cody's boyfriend. I will make an especial effort not to hug and kiss him." Awwwww! ("But what if my hand gets cold and I need someone to hold it?!")
But we needn't have worried, really. The closest I got to making a significant emotional connection was running into my gregarious lesbian coworker whom I'd seen but mere hours before... and if by "running into," I mean "snuck up and hugged me around the neck mere seconds after my arrival!" (Which happens more often than I would like!) Her lesbian cohorts were startlingly direct, as between my friends and my office coworkers, it's been a while since I'd been asked point-blank, "Are you gay?" I told her yes, but assured her that there were many other interesting things about me, too. I liked her friend, who asked me, "So, where's your boyfriend?" "I... wish I knew?" "Aw, c'mon, a handsome guy like you?"
So two nights later, the continuing search to locate this elusive boyfriend of mine moved on to the Silverado, of all places! Kate, Ian, Angela and I went to celebrate my birthday weekend (and Ian was an especially good sport about it). As is befitting my Silverado tradition, I got all hepped up on Roy Rogers and very quickly settled on my favorite stripper and decided that he (and only he) needed all of my dollars; his name was Billy, he was lean, hairy(!!!) and incredbly muscled, he had a nice smile, and he was able to pick up dollars off the floor without using his hands. (Kate missed it the first time because she was looking at me, god knows why! "Aaauugh! How is that even possible?!") Also the bartenders were all shirtlessly hot:
Me: "I really like that bartender."
Kate: "That bartender?"
M: "Yes."
K: "What about him?"
M: "I like him?"
K: "He looks exactly like Dan."
M: "That probably accounts for most of it, yes."
Ahhh, I wonder if I'll ever fully get over that well-muscled, squinty-eyed, sloping-Cro-Magnon-brow charm.
But my friends are awesome and a good time was had by all, even though repeatedly brushing my hand up against a warm hairy mostly-naked body reminded me of how long it's been since I've been anywhere near intimate with a guy and how sometimes the loneliness hits me so hard and feels so big that it makes it hard to breathe... which has only convinced me that making it a point to keep getting out and about is the way to go! (Also, I definitely plan on buying Kate lots of drinks whenever we go out, because she always laughs that much harder at all my dumb jokes.)
But I digress.
Ian and I were headed out when Angela called Ian and, after after she warned Ian that there might be cute boys there... "...Right. Because it is my usual modus operandi to pretend to be Cody's boyfriend. I will make an especial effort not to hug and kiss him." Awwwww! ("But what if my hand gets cold and I need someone to hold it?!")
But we needn't have worried, really. The closest I got to making a significant emotional connection was running into my gregarious lesbian coworker whom I'd seen but mere hours before... and if by "running into," I mean "snuck up and hugged me around the neck mere seconds after my arrival!" (Which happens more often than I would like!) Her lesbian cohorts were startlingly direct, as between my friends and my office coworkers, it's been a while since I'd been asked point-blank, "Are you gay?" I told her yes, but assured her that there were many other interesting things about me, too. I liked her friend, who asked me, "So, where's your boyfriend?" "I... wish I knew?" "Aw, c'mon, a handsome guy like you?"
So two nights later, the continuing search to locate this elusive boyfriend of mine moved on to the Silverado, of all places! Kate, Ian, Angela and I went to celebrate my birthday weekend (and Ian was an especially good sport about it). As is befitting my Silverado tradition, I got all hepped up on Roy Rogers and very quickly settled on my favorite stripper and decided that he (and only he) needed all of my dollars; his name was Billy, he was lean, hairy(!!!) and incredbly muscled, he had a nice smile, and he was able to pick up dollars off the floor without using his hands. (Kate missed it the first time because she was looking at me, god knows why! "Aaauugh! How is that even possible?!") Also the bartenders were all shirtlessly hot:
Me: "I really like that bartender."
Kate: "That bartender?"
M: "Yes."
K: "What about him?"
M: "I like him?"
K: "He looks exactly like Dan."
M: "That probably accounts for most of it, yes."
Ahhh, I wonder if I'll ever fully get over that well-muscled, squinty-eyed, sloping-Cro-Magnon-brow charm.
But my friends are awesome and a good time was had by all, even though repeatedly brushing my hand up against a warm hairy mostly-naked body reminded me of how long it's been since I've been anywhere near intimate with a guy and how sometimes the loneliness hits me so hard and feels so big that it makes it hard to breathe... which has only convinced me that making it a point to keep getting out and about is the way to go! (Also, I definitely plan on buying Kate lots of drinks whenever we go out, because she always laughs that much harder at all my dumb jokes.)