Fun With Boys in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Waking myself up on a lazy, lazy Sunday.

Kinda blew it out last night with my friends Matt and Greg. Matt and Greg are the guys who introduced me to Hy (who is back in the country, by the way!). Greg is a flight attendant for a major airline, and he’s always traveling. So Matt and I have taken to going on little “dates” when he’s gone. Greg always feigns jealousy, and Matt always makes me feel special by telling me that if he and Greg ever break up, he’s going back to women (he was married for 10 years and has a beautiful daughter)….and he wants someone exactly like me. It doesn’t hurt that Matt is such a gorgeous guy and it’s so much fun to be on his arm!

Greg was supposed to be flying over the weekend, so Matt and I planned ourselves a little get-together. But then Greg found out that he wasn’t going on the trip, and they were sweet enough to tell me that they both wanted to take me out.

Went to dinner at one of our collective favorite restaurants. Matt had a small package in his hand when they walked in. He handed it to me. Inside were two pairs of sunglasses. Matt is a sunglass designer, and he brought a couple of prototypes that he’d just gotten in and wanted me to try out. Bonus!! I love having creative friends in high places!! They are really beautiful and expensive-looking. Someday, I want to learn his business and work with him. We’ve talked about it before. You just never know….

After dinner, we set out on the town looking for a scene. I directed Matt to a funky little hole in the wall where there’s an incredible selection of tunes on the jukebox and an assorted crowd with fantastic people watching potential. Turns out, it was waaaaay too early for any fun. The only person of any watching value was the crack-head bartender who I was trying to avoid seeing in the first place (long story…he has my number and has called me in the middle of the night before). He was sitting in a booth with his hands all over some young thang, looking and acting quite whacked out.

We left.

We decided that we wanted to salsa dance. There’s a fantastic Latin dance club that I adore but hadn’t been to in ages. Greg and I were so excited about going there, but when we drove by we noticed that the place looked empty. It was becoming obvious that we were simply too early for any action.

So we drove to another part of town and ended up in line at a dance club where Greg said he’d been before. Somehow, I doubt it. Especially when I noted that we were the only white people in line. Some guy in line behind us asked if we’d ever been there before, and Greg said yes, but I shook my head no. I should have known something was up when the guys were thoroughly frisked when we walked in the place.

When we finally got inside and looked around, we felt like we were in another country. Really, another continent. Everyone in the place was Asian. We felt soooo out of place. Two white fags and an amazon redhead (I was wearing really tall heels which put me head and shoulders above the crowd…including both of the boys)!!

Greg and I danced for a little while and then went back to Matt and the crowd. The boys scoped out some guys they thought were tall and handsome enough for me to hang with, but I was too shy to approach them, and they certainly weren’t going to approach the Lurch. Then Greg asked some cute girl to dance, and she refused. Turns out that most of the girls would only dance in large circles of girls.

Finally, we all just said screw it and jumped on the dance floor and had the time of our lives! We must have been out there for almost two hours just dancing and laughing and watching everyone. My boys can dance like nobody’s business. I know we looked like we were misfits in the middle of Hong Kong, but who cares?!

I haven’t had that much fun in a long, long time. I danced until my feet simply couldn’t take it any more. We finally left, laughing until tears rolled down our cheeks.

Matt drove me back to my car, cracking jokes and blasting music the whole way while Greg goofed off and practically stripped in the back seat. I drove home just giddy. I love those guys. Wish I’d see them more often.

Woke up late this morning. Kitty made sure I knew I was sleeping in. Grumble.

Time to get productive now. Gotta run to the office. Need to finish some paperwork for a big meeting tomorrow (actually TWO big meetings….I’m sure I’ll write more about that later).

And I’m supposed to see Scott tonight. More on that later, too.