Okay, here we go. It’s been months and now I’m rusty. I meant months since I’ve written anything, but now it occurs to me that it’s also been months since I’ve been on a real date and not just a booty call or some event with a group of friends and that one attractive guy with whom I’ve inadvertently been playing games. But that isn’t really the topic that’s on my mind.
This post was meant to be some cynical and scathing essay about a guy I met recently after eyeing him on and off for a while, but now that I’m here I don’t know what to say about him. It might just be because our fling lasted for about 2 weeks, and I’m using the word fling loosely – I’m sure even flings are more intimate than this bullshit.
It all started when I went out with friends to some guy’s birthday drinks at a local watering hole. I was having a really good chat with a good girl friend, when everyone decided it was time to leave the confines of the chilled, golden oldie playing bar in affluent suburbia and move on to a grimy drum and bass event happening miles away in the middle of town. For some stupid reason I agreed and also offered to give some people a ride. I was ready to leave and edged away from my friends, trying to get them to follow me to the car-park. Instead, they took their time finishing drinks and saying goodbye to those who were not planning on joining us.
While standing by myself a boy approached me. I recognized this boy, because I don’t forget seeing someone this pretty. Imagine a younger Ben Affleck , but also taller, much taller, and skinnier and actually just all round better looking. So anyway he comes up to me and calls me by name, which immediately throws me off what little natural game I actually posses. He asks for a lighter and obviously I would never refuse. And that’s kind of it – we met on a Thursday for literally less than a minute. I went to the Drum and Bass party and forgot about this man until the next day.
The next morning I woke up to an Instagram follow request. Yes, I am one of those annoying people that decided my uploads are a matter of national security and should not be accessible to all. I accepted his request and then followed him back as well.
This was all pretty exciting so I told two of my friends about the newest developments in my otherwise pretty boring dating/sex/actually meeting people life. One was totally on board as she always is, but the other said she knew him very well and he was unfortunately straight, but the nicest guy ever. I must admit that I didn’t really give a shit if he was the nicest guy ever if he was completely straight.
So this all happened on Friday, the day after I gave him a light.
A week later. Saturday. I’m heading to pre’s at a friend’s, before making our way into town once more for some hipster music festival. Guess who just happens to be at the festival? Ben, as I’ll call him from now on, himself, in the flesh. Of course, now I’m not nervous to talk him to him at all, since he’s straight. I feel like we hit it off and we could probably be good friends, but that’s not what I came here for. I came for a party, I came to get drunk and dance my face off. So I move toward one of the stages and go have a jam. My friends join me and it’s a great time.
A few songs in, Ben joins us near the stage and decides to stand next to me, which is obviously fine. He speaks to me quite a bit but all I really want to do is, once again dance my face off.
So now he’s saying some odd stuff. Asking me about my type, telling me we’ll be spending time together later but there will be very little talking. Confused.
Anyway, to cut this already super long post short, he’s gay. We chat all night, we dance, we drink, we touch only just a little – we’re in public and he’s not out.
He’s smart, he’s doing an Honours degree in some BSc. He is, as previously stated, tall and gorgeous. He’s Jewish, and for some reason I’ve always liked that a lot, probably because my parents have a very pointed dislike of Jewish attorneys. He’s charming, maybe a bit too cocky and definitely an asshole, but again, this is one of my odd odd odd turn-ons.
Anyway, I give him my number and he tells me to add him on Facebook. I’m wasted and we’re leaving to an after party, at that same Drum and Bass venue, and I’m only realizing how odd that is now. He says he’ll see me there in an hour or
We head to this party and of course he doesn’t show. He also doesn’t text me until a good 12 hours later, which isn’t all that long but I’m used to people who are interested replying a little bit quicker.
Well that’s how we met, next post will be about how it progressed and I guess how it ended, since there’s only a 2 week span to cover.