So, after a dry spell of a month, I finally went "out" this weekend with my friend and neighbor, Charles. Now, I don't want y'all to get too excited or anything... Charles is strictly a friend. Plus, he and I have the same type, so that kind of rules the possibility for romance out, dontcha think? Ha!
Anyway, he took me to a Christmas party down in Baytown. A bunch of people he works with were there. Of course, I don't know any of them, but they all seemed nice and everything. And...bonus! They were mostly my age! Sweet! No offense to the lovely people I work with an all, but most of them are old enough to be my parents. It's nice once in a while to hang out with folks your own age.
Anyway, while there was plenty of eye candy to keep me occupied for the night, it turned out most were married or taken (what is it with Texas?) so no random drunken hookups for me. Boo. Of course, the arrogant and middle-aged frat boy wanna-be hit on me. So did "the kid," who, even if he was over 18 years of age, couldn't be over 21. Yuck.
By the end of the night, sad little me was really tired. It's been a while since I've partied like I use to, so at this sad state, even midnight seemed excessive. I found a inconspicious place in the dining room, planted my butt, and pretended to be invisible. A slim blonde guy came up to check on me... you know the routine, I'm sure. "What's wrong? Why aren't you partying? Why are you sitting here all by your lonesome?" I'll still never understand why people seem to think something must be wrong if you just feel like sitting down.
Anyway, I digress. This guy talked to me for a long time, and was asking me different questions like what I like to do and where I'm from and such. Now, I would have bet a thousand dollars that this gentleman, while friendly, was a gay as gay could be. He had the frosted hair, the metrosexual attire, the high-pitched lisp. He was really friendly and I loved talking to him... which was another clue, to me at least, that he must be gay. So you can imagine my suprise when he asked me for my number to go out sometime. And you can imagine how it suprised me even more when he leaned in and tried to kiss me....
WTF?!?!?!?! Whoa, dude! Back off for a second and let me digest what exactly it is that is going on here. I feel like banging on my head for a second, just to get it straight. Is my gay-dar broken? Or am I just naive?
Maybe it really has just been too long since I've gone out, but I really thought I would have been able to figure out if this guy was hitting on me. And I thought I would have been able to tell if he was into guys or girls. Anyone else having this problem? Or.... is it just me?
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Yes, apparently the supermarket is the new club scene. Go figure!
The dry spell was a dry spell in the literal sense... I hadn't had a drink in a month before that. I'm not a big drinker anyway, a month is an incredibly long time... even for me.
Oh, and thanks for not thinking/saying I'm a skank. I'm not one, but it's nice that you can actually tell that via a blog on cyberspace :)
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