Remember Devin, the party-boy anesthesiologist? We went out last night. On a school night and everything! After playing a few rounds of phone tag, him being sick, and me thinking that I was probably just not cool enough for him, he called on Tuesday and asked me if I wanted to do something casual with him like grab a quick bite and a beer at one of my favorite bars!
Trying my best not to appear too eager, I calmly agreed and he told me that he’d give me a call the next afternoon to confirm everything. I hung up the phone (this was after I’d had to pull my car over into a parking lot to avoid veering off the road and simultaneously spilling my Diet Coke and peeing all over myself). The rest of the night was spent trying to wipe that goofy grin off my face. It was kind of embarrassing.
I had to meet Eddie and Kia out so that I could return the $400 Dolce & Gabbana jeans and the sexy platform sandals, the teensy top, and the Gucci sunglasses that Kia let me borrow on Saturday night so that we could stir up trouble at the gay disco. Long story. Kia and Eddie and this other guy were trying to pull me out of a funk (that I was too depressed to even write about) on Saturday night. And it worked. Amazing what funky friends, fancy clothes and a rockstar makeover can do to the psyche .but I digress.
So when I met them at the hand-off spot, I told them about how excited I was about the Devin date, and they said it was very noticeable. And kind of retarded-looking. Oh well. That’s the norm for me, I guess.
Devin called me at work yesterday to confirm time, meeting spot, etc. We agreed that I would meet him at his place (not exactly sure why) and that he’d drive us to the bar. I could hardly concentrate the rest of the day. Made it home in time to actually sneak in a 10-minute power nap! Then got ready and drove to his place and [whoops] was five minutes early (dammit overeager, overeager, overeager!).
When he opened the door of his fancy-schmancy townhouse in a geeky, slightly nervous way, my heart just swelled. He’s no party-boy. No way. He just plays one on TV. It’s an act, I tell you. I can see it in his eyes and feel it in my bones. The toys, the car, the stuff. So not him. Well, okay. The Porsche is nice and really fun to ride in. And he is into Formula One racing and the whole driving thing is his passion, so I’ll give him that. But the rest. Hm. [side note: don’t think I don’t recognize the contradictions in this entry with the talk of the $400 jeans and all that stuff. That stuff is so not me either. It’s all fantasy. Sure, it’s fun, but it’s not natural (and not even mine!). That’s really what I’m saying here]
When we got to the bar, we started talking about all that stuff. He brought it up himself. Basically he told me that he is getting really sick of that party scene and the same old people doing the same old stuff, and the hangers-on and the users and the takers (and my gut tells me the drugs) and he wants to kind of explore other options. Hence, me. Our date. He told me that he could tell that I am real. Down to earth. Different from “them”. A pleasant change.
So nice to hear. I had a feeling that he was thinking along those lines when he asked me out, but he was just confirming everything.
We were just about to leave to go somewhere else when Cris walked up to the table. Cris is a friend of Dude’s (guy I dated at the very beginning of this OD who I don’t speak with any more for various reasons. I really should tell the story-it’s juicy.). It was the teensiest bit awkward, because Dude was there too, and he didn’t come say hello. Cris chatted with us for a little while until Devin and I got up to finally leave. We had to walk past Dude’s table. So we ended up talking to him for a little while.
Lots of our mutual friends getting married and having babies and stuff. Strange. Dude told me that he finally bought the loft downtown that he’d been talking about since we started going out. He has a new office. His business is doing well. Good for him. He’s gained weight.
Some chick walked by while we were talking and said, “Excuse me, Red.”
And Devin got a kick out of that especially when she blatantly started flirting with me in front of her partner.
He bummed a cigarette from her, and she wanted us to stick around and hang with her (not really sure how interested her partner was in that), so Devin and I talked to her for a little while just so he could watch her hit on me some more. It was novel for a while, but then I told them that we were going to another bar and we bid everyone farewell including Dude.
As we drove off, I heard the chick call after me, so I turned and blew her a kiss from the car!
I got us lost on the way to our next destination! Devin was the one who said he wanted to go to this really groovy place, and I told him that I’d recently been there (true I was there with Ethan on Friday night!! But of course, Ethan drove so I didn’t pay any attention to how we got there!). I had us winding all over the place. I think Dev was starting to get annoyed. Finally, as we were both getting ready to just give up, I recognized the road and got us right there!
I asked him how much he thought I rocked! Um. Yeah.
Once inside, the conversation was sweet, but starting to lull. Devin told me that he had five cases in the morning and that he rarely makes it out during the week. He was even yawning! I had no problem with leaving (even though I was just starting to feel my second wind kick in), so we had one drink and were outta there. But I really would’ve like to have had one more martini.
Maybe he was still annoyed by my directional inadequacies or something, but once we got back to Devin’s, he was so ready for me to leave. I mean, he gave me a couple sweet kisses and all, but then opened his front door, pointed me in the direction of my car, and more or less gave me the boot!
And that left me a little confused. And as much as I’m trying not to analyze and pick the whole night apart, I simply can’t help it! I mean, we had a fantastic beginning to the evening and he was telling me all about his travels and his dreams how he was feeling like he wanted some changes in his life. He was into me and thought that I was unique and interesting. And then all of a sudden
BOOM.
Mumbled something about calling me over the weekend. Goodnight. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass.
Did I do something wrong? Did I say something? Did I smell?
I’m chalking it up to the thought that he sticks to his bedtime. When it’s sleepy time, it’s sleepy time. After all, if it was me lying on that operating table, I’d want to make damn sure that my anesthesiologist had gotten a good night’s sleep and hadn’t been out drinking martinis all night either!
So there. Interesting night. I’m curious about him, and I’d really like to know what his deal is. If he calls me, great. If not, well hey, I’ll try my best not to lose any sleep over it.
Now, I think I’m going to go hop in the shower…
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