In the cab on the way to the airport after my exhausting Vegas adventure, I called Gary from my mobile phone. I needed to apologize for not meeting him at the bar at the Hardrock. I ended up explaining what happened in not great detail, but just enough. I ended the conversation by telling him that I was bummed about not meeting my Future Husband out there, and Gary replied, “Oh well, there’ll be a new one next week, I’m sure.”
And I laughed.
Who knew that it’d be less than a week?
I’m kidding, of course. I just think that it’s interesting that the old adage is very true: Things happen when you least expect them!
I was invited to a party Saturday night. It was hosted by my friend Greg’s boyfriend. I knew the majority of people there would be gay, so I knew that there was no real guy potential there. No biggie. I was just excited to be going because Best Bud and her husband were coming into town, and I hadn’t seen Greg in a long time, and I was looking forward to meeting his boyfriend. I’d heard so many great things about him. Plus, I was interested in seeing his place. And it’s always good to get out and meet new people, right? Right.
So. Even though I wasn’t feeling too hot on Saturday night, I dolled myself up into at least a semi-conscious state and made my way to Matt’s place.
Matt lives in an incredibly cool loft on the top floor of a renovated warehouse. It’s jam-packed full of his artwork and odds and ends from all over the world. I seriously thought I was walking through an art exhibit when I took the tour. His friends were ultra-hip, and I really liked them a lot. It helped that it was an even mix of both groups of friends, and nobody really stuck completely to cliques. Lots of mingling and good conversation.
In the midst of meeting everyone, Greg comes running up to me to tell me that there was “one straight man coming to the party…” and it was very, very important that I meet him! Mmmmkay? I wondered what that was all about. But I went on my merry way.
Until.
I spot this really cute guy whom I hadn’t yet met. Honestly, I didn’t know what his deal was. Okay. Honestly, I thought he was probably gay too because he was so super fine looking: disheveled blondish hair, beautiful face complete with strong cleft chin, perfect smile, groovy-ass glasses, sweet & neat plaid shirt, super-nice black trousers that fit his trim line, and the piece de resistance-custom black boots. Whoa.
I noticed him a couple of times, saw him walk around and say hello. Saw him behind the bar when I was talking to others. And then finally, I walked over to the other side of the bar to get some food, when all of a sudden, Greg grabs me and pulls me over to him! A bit shocked and embarrassed, I stumbled over his unusual (and ultra-hip) name (note: for convenience sake, I’ll call him Hy). Had to repeat it, but immediately forgot it!! We talked for just a minute about where he lives (a four hour drive away), and then when Best Bud and Hub came over to be introduced, I couldn’t remember his friggin’ name! Dumbass.
Okay, no big deal, I guess because we ended up talking for the rest of the night. Literally. I finally got the hang of his name (!) and we had cocktails and explored the roof together and sat next to each other and even danced for a brief moment when someone cranked the salsa! We also snuck out of the party and headed for my favorite bar when we noticed that things were winding down!
Oooh! So sneaky are we! We giggled like schoolkids! We laughed and kissed and ran off to the bar. Where we sat and laughed and kissed some more. And then some more. Until the lights came up and they kicked us out. And we laughed because they kicked us out!
And I drove him back to the lofts, where he’d rented a room for the night? Huh? Yep. They have nightly room rentals too. How convenient! I came in to use the facilities and kiss him just a little while longer. While he got up to use the bathroom, I took a couple of drags off of his cigarette and got myself good and buzzed. When he came out, I feigned a fainting spell right on the bed. He answered by crawling on top of me and kissing me back to life.
Wow. What can I say? Wow.
(TBC…)
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