The Oy Vey Chronicles
My eventful weekend began Friday night barhopping in the ‘Stro with Gideon. We started off at the Overlook or the LookOut–the place that used to be Metro (I can never get the name right)–which was more happenin’ than usual due to the night being hosted by 92.7. Then we segued to the Mix, and finally to Badlands where we danced away to the endless pop music before closing the place down.
Outside, we met a drag queen named Holly Bibble and her hunky companion. Said hunky companion–who was taller than I am, which is, like, a bonus 20 points–expressed interest in me, but I was interested in Gideon. Still, I hadn’t quite had the chutzpah to extend an invite. Then we made our way back out of the ‘Stro, when who did we come upon, but LG celebrating his birthday. He offered us some party favors, but it was 3:00 am, and I wasn’t interested in staying awake any longer, so ushered Gideon on.
By the time we were on the main drag, any romantic bravery I’d had previously had been replaced by a sense of wary decorum as my buzz had well nigh worn off. A fleet of cabs were before me as Gideon mentioned his car was just up the street, so we parted ways.
I sent a text not ten minutes into the cab ride inviting him over. Didn’t get a response after five minutes, so sent another one apologizing if I’d made things uncomfortable and wishing him a safe return drive.
Another fifteen minutes after I’d returned home basically with my head hung low, I got a text back saying he’d just gotten home and gotten my messages. “Wow!” he texted back, going on to say it wasn’t what he expected, but that a drunken night together would probably not be the best thing, but that we should hang out again and see.
I responded saying a drunken tryst could be fun, but okay.
He replied agreeing, but saying he was a “prude”, and then concluded with “Muah!”
As he’s no stranger to the bathhouse, I doubt a bit the “prude” claim. But we’d spent quite a bit of time at the Mix where he bemoaned how he seems to have this six-month span with relationships. And he did just end one. So it could be that he wants to play it safe, for which I do not blame him.
On the other hand, mama didn’t raise no fool. It’s very possible he’s just not that into me, like the book says. I guess we’ll have to see. And I’d almost like to terminate any future endeavors in this vein since I’m interested in keeping him as a friend, and don’t want things to get uncomfortable. But since my past practice has always been to cut things off before I’ve give them a second chance, I figure I should try a different route this go round.
In better news, I’ve selected a new roommate candidate! We will hope that the credit check, etc. go okay. She is gabalicious and sweet, and will make a great addition if all goes well.
