First Date

So it started off as one of those flirty messages on the cellphone.

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I'm lonely. I guess there's no sex for me tonight.

Haha, I thought for a moment there that you were going suck off someone.

Me? Nah, I could only hope.

Need a volunteer? Haha.

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At this point the conversation had turned a little bit...you know, raunchy and I wasn't sure what to make of it. I really, really like this guy and the prospect of bedding him was all too tempting, but I ultimately decided that what I really wanted is if I could be friends with the guy. So I go:

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Tempting, but I'd really rather ask you out for dinner or a movie.

Prude! Haha.

Hey, what can I do? I'm just an innocent boy, unfamiliar with the ways of the flesh. Fine, sex first and then dinner after.

Boy? Now I'm having second thoughts. How old are you anyway?

Haha, just teasing! I'm in my mid-twenties. Hardly what you'd call a boy.

Whew. Still lonely? Want to come over?

What do you have in mind?

Nothing much, dinner or a stroll.

Sounds good.

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The date itself was delayed by an hour because of the heavy traffic I had to endure (on a Sunday afternoon of all days). When we finally met up at the mall, it was all a blur. I babbled non-stop, not sure if this was a good thing. He did however babble on as well. It didn't feel mighty awkward, not at all even. Of course there was this slight tension as this was only the second time we met each other, but the lingering thought in my head was that I couldn't believe I was just flirting with this guy over the phone a couple of hours ago. It seemed hardly imaginable that the hot, goofy guy I was with was capable of being well...raunchy.

Dinner itself was forgettable. The food was a bit bland; he ordered the better stuff. I hated what I ordered. Good thing that the conversation kept flowing and flowing. It was good to be able to talk freely about nearly everything about my life.

When he steered the conversation into the territory of the ideal mate, as we traversed through the mall, I nearly choked on the hard candy I had in my mouth.

I stammered for an answer.

"Uh, brains?"

You see my ex hadn't been particularly smart. So that was something I sorely missed. I'd love a guy who'd be physically and sexually stimulating, but I need my spiritual and intellectual stimulation as well.


"Great," he said, "I can introduce you to my friend, Krang."

Gah, Ninja Turtle reference. God, I think I can really like this guy. In fact, I think I already do. Thumpty-thump. It didn't help that the bookstore we were in at the moment was playing "Mine" from Pocahontas. Gah, so fruity and it climaxed with a play of "Out There" from the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

As I drove him home, I threw the question back at him. I wanted to know what he was looking for and if I fit the bill.

Same interests. Check. So far, so good.

Non-smoker. -crap-

Gym buff. -shit-

He mentioned a couple of other things, but the last two just sort of stuck with me and really left me defeated. Although I did hear him say something like the one he's really looking for is similar interests. He then proceeded to enumerate things about his ex that wasn't like him. Ouch, it seems that his ex and I share a couple of traits as well. Maybe this guy might want to jump ship from me. Maybe he doesn't like me that much.

All this of course while I was driving him home. I couldn't really concentrate on the road. Would there be a second date? Should I ask about a second date? Maybe that would be a bit too desperate or maybe a little too forward. Crap, I don't know.

Before I knew it, I had brought him home. No way I was going to be invited in at this point. He doesn't drink coffee, so that's not an option. He had to work. I had a party on the other side of the city to get to. Sex wasn't an option after all things he wanted that wasn't me.

And then he kissed me. Not on the lips, but to the side. Not quite cheeks, but close enough for his stubbles to graze my lips as I returned the favor right there beside his lips. How I wanted to draw him in for more, but the moment was over in a flash. We smiled and I was on my way - giddy.

Goodbye, until tomorrow then.

And on the 11th hour...

God said, "Let there be Emo."

And the Emo crawled over the earth with their slightly goth forlorn eyes and their eyes welled up and with a collective sigh, they made music. Sweet, sad music.


Now, I don't know what to think about this one, since I don't really know this anime, but I like Avenue Q. Goes to show what happens to a person when he thinks too much; he starts blogging about anime characters moving to a song sung by a puppet.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is where we find relevance nowadays.