There is always that one person on public transportation without any shame; they’ll talk about anything. This one particular story took place on a full bus to Philadelphia, as I was going home to visit the family. It involved multiple sick cats, their diets and lack of sanitation, an estranged sister who lived in a cabin in the woods with said cats and the trading of a particular buffalo skull for a painting of Pueblo Indian village that had adorned a friend’s office. Use your imagination. His voice was unabashedly sharing his story with the entire bus.
I couldn’t help but look around and wonder if we were being taped for a candid camera reality show. "Travel with Obnoxious Beatniks."
Just as I was judging him completely and writing all of this down in my trusty Moleskin, my own phone rings. My mother. Talk about karma…
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
The would be hook-up?
The first gay I met up with from the “internet” happened to be my scariest encounter ever, which is saying something, cause I’ve been to a dungeon.
First of all, I was really nervous. Second, he was a lot older. Third, he lived in my neighborhood which at first I thought may be a good idea and then later realized it could potentially be a disaster. I wouldn’t want to see him on the street if things didn’t go so well!
I circled the block around the place of our meeting twice before getting the balls to walk in. I technically didn’t even get the balls to walk in. I stood outside and had hung up the phone with my best friend, who encouraged me to give it a shot. "Whats the worst that could happen?" she said.
I was standing outside the bar/lounge and he came out for a cigarette and spotted me. Damn! Too late. It was okay, I figured it was better this way than wandering into an unfamiliar place looking for someone I only knew to be wearing an Abercrombie hoodie. Strange, right? Oh the rituals of gay men… I didn’t get it.
Anyway, we shake hands and exchange pleasantries, and he invited me inside for a drink. I declined the drink and we sat down. I deliberately chose a table between us cause I felt like I didn’t really want to get close to the guy. His name was Peter, medium build shaved head and not terrible cute but it would do. I was immediately turned off, though, because he seemed a lot more nervous than I was. It was my first time, I was surprised that he was so freaked out… I wondered if he had taken anything…
Anyway, over the too large table we made small talk, what we both did and how things were going. This was before I had really “come out” beyond telling a couple people that I was bi. I didn’t have or want to share too much, really, I was beyond the pleasantries and had already decided that nothing would happen. After about 20 minutes of awkward conversation in which I tried my damnedest to portray that I wasn't interested in the slightest, he invited me back to his place.
“Uhhh… no thanks, you know, on second thought, I’ve really gotta get up early tomorrow.” I bolted out of there like nobody's business!
First of all, I was really nervous. Second, he was a lot older. Third, he lived in my neighborhood which at first I thought may be a good idea and then later realized it could potentially be a disaster. I wouldn’t want to see him on the street if things didn’t go so well!
I circled the block around the place of our meeting twice before getting the balls to walk in. I technically didn’t even get the balls to walk in. I stood outside and had hung up the phone with my best friend, who encouraged me to give it a shot. "Whats the worst that could happen?" she said.
I was standing outside the bar/lounge and he came out for a cigarette and spotted me. Damn! Too late. It was okay, I figured it was better this way than wandering into an unfamiliar place looking for someone I only knew to be wearing an Abercrombie hoodie. Strange, right? Oh the rituals of gay men… I didn’t get it.
Anyway, we shake hands and exchange pleasantries, and he invited me inside for a drink. I declined the drink and we sat down. I deliberately chose a table between us cause I felt like I didn’t really want to get close to the guy. His name was Peter, medium build shaved head and not terrible cute but it would do. I was immediately turned off, though, because he seemed a lot more nervous than I was. It was my first time, I was surprised that he was so freaked out… I wondered if he had taken anything…
Anyway, over the too large table we made small talk, what we both did and how things were going. This was before I had really “come out” beyond telling a couple people that I was bi. I didn’t have or want to share too much, really, I was beyond the pleasantries and had already decided that nothing would happen. After about 20 minutes of awkward conversation in which I tried my damnedest to portray that I wasn't interested in the slightest, he invited me back to his place.
“Uhhh… no thanks, you know, on second thought, I’ve really gotta get up early tomorrow.” I bolted out of there like nobody's business!
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