Im calling it a day. I just finished my 27-page expense report for my Europe trip. What a pain in the ass. But Im glad I got it done because Ive already paid for the damn trip out of my own pocket.
Tonight Im supposed to go to a happy hour. Were meeting at Lyns house. She is just getting back from a project shes working on in London. I think she goes for several weeks at a time and then comes back for like a week and leaves again. I like her. Shes whip smart and her humor is dry as a bone. When I met her she was dating this hotter than hot guy. She dumped him because I dont think he could handle her travel schedule. I can relate to that.
New York was interesting as always. I did end up going out with my co-worker, A on the first night. We had a very casual dinner at Schillers on the Lower East Side. Drank a bottle of cheap wine, ate seafood, and talked about everything under the sun. Shes definitely a fast tracker. It will be interesting to see how far she goes in the next year or so. Shes a lot of fun, but one to watch. I can see her stepping on toes and other body parts to scratch her way up there. Including mine. In this business, everyones fair game.
The next day we worked together and she told me that she was trying to get in touch with a friend of her husbands who was in town on business. She wanted to meet him for drinks or something. So I decided to call Kent (the guy Id met in Central Park the last time I was there). I left him a message and he returned my call while I was in the shower. By the time we finally connected, A told me that her husbands friend wasnt going to meet her out after all, so I told her that she was welcome to go out with us. Kent told me that he was going to bring a friend too.
Oddly enough, he told us to meet him at a gay bar in Midtown. This raised a question. A asked me if he was gay, and I told her that I didnt know that Id just met him in the park and he seemed like a great guy, so if he indeed was gay, then all the better. No pressure! When we got there, Kent and his friend Jay looked like a very handsome couple. In fact, Kent kept putting his hand on Jays back as if to mark his territory. But it got a bit more confusing when we sat down and configured ourselves as couples. Kent and me. Jay and A.
Kent and I talked and talked while we guzzled martinis. Okay. I guzzled martinis. I think he had one beer. I found out that Kent and Jay are in the same doctoral program at Columbia. I noticed that A and Jay were really hitting it off as well. Not only does Jay do the school thing, but he also bartends and owns a management company on the side! Not bad. I think Kent does something else too, but I cant remember. I was too busy noticing his amazing biceps.
Later, the guys took us to another bar. At least I think it was a bar. There was no identification on the place and Jay had to ring a buzzer to get us in. It was a tiny little place. Almost like someones basement. It was kinda surreal. Glowing and eerie. I still couldnt quite get a take on the guys, but it was becoming clear to me that Kent was hitting on me. And I was getting drunk.
Late into the night, A turned to me in distress and whispered, Jays not gay!
She wanted out. And I was ready to crash. So we let the guys walk us back to the hotel and we all hugged goodbye.
At the airport the next morning, A and I tried to recall all the confusing details of the night before. All I could do was shake my head. Meeting guys is hard enough. But I was truly confused about what was going on there.
I did get an e-mail from Kent yesterday. A sweet message thanking me for calling and that he was happy we met. He attached the greatest photo of him and his dog in the park on a beautiful sunny summer day. It could have easily been the same day that we met. And my oh my. Those biceps.
So. New friend. Not sure what more. I don’t get his preferences, and he sure didn’t try to spell anything out in black and white.
Whoops. I just got carried away. I need to run if Im going to catch this happy hour.
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