The Week of Valentine's Day
WARNING: This is a post about boys. Yes, plural.
So I haven't seen that one boy since our initial meeting. I have christened him Deuce. Not as in Bigalow, as in 2. We still talk more or less regularly via the AIM, and the convo is still flowing both ways. Yay.
Well on Sunday night, he and I were talking about meeting again. He was being a little aversive so I tried not to pry. Later, we were discussing our time the first time we met. I told him that I found him to be quite attractive and wanted to do more, but it was only our first date after all. I didn't want to be perceived as slutty! He said that he made it abundantly clear that he wanted more that night.
"Is that why you don't want to see me again?" I asked.
"Never. It's been fun." was his response
AIM is such a funny medium to talk with people in that it can be difficult to pick up things like tone of voice or sarcasm. I asked for clarification about what "Never. It's been fun" means, and he translated "I don't ever want to see you again, but it's been fun."
What the deuce?
Surely, he was saying this in jest. Then again, maybe not. Perhaps it was my altered state of mind at the time, but I took his meaning to be quite serious. To test my theory, I said that I was going to leave, hoping that I could extract a "JK" out of him, but I had no such luck. "Goodnight," he said.
At this point, I was feeling quite rejected. And bummed. To boost my spirits and self-esteem, I did something quite naughty. I went across the hall to my gay roommate's room. Now, I don't think I've talked much of this guy. Although we share a living space, I can easily go days without seeing him. When we do speak, it's normally a 5 minute conversation, tops. I don't find him to be particularly attractive. He's 6'0" and weighs 122 lbs. And yes, there is such a thing as "too skinny." Even in the gay world. Add the fact that he still suffers from acne, and you have a not-so-nice but sadly accurate portrait of my roommate whom we shall call Rail from here on out.
I go into Rail's room and make with the small talk. I tell him his room is messy. We discuss "The Sopranos." He's watching them on his computer. Like I give a fuck. I came into that room with one thing on my mind and it sure as hell wasn't to discuss Italian mafia drama shows on HBO. I played with his hair for a bit, asking him how long he usually lets it grow. I brushed his hair forward with my fingers, causing his bangs to fall over his eyes, prompting him to shut them. As he spoke, with eyes shut, I went in for the kill. Mid-sentence, I forced my tongue into his word-hole. We kissed.
"Wow, that was unexpected," he said. "Very sneaky, Zeppo."
"You didn't like it?" I asked.
"No, I liked it! That was great," he said.
"Then let's do it again."
So we did. And again. And again. Then we stood up and kissed. Then I pushed him towards his bed and we proceeded to do things that I don't want to say in a public entry. So...I'll conclude this story in a private post. Login, kiddies!