Let Them Have Cake (and Eat It Too)
I made a New Year’s Resolution for 2008 not to get caught up thinking about boys so much; obviously, that didn’t work out as well as I would have liked. But there’s nothing like a flirtatious weekend to cure a spell of loneliness.
Friday night the roomie and I went out dancing for the first time together in a very long while. We went to Tavern, as usual, and there was quite a turnout (I guess because it was the night after Thanksgiving). I ended up in this train of five guys at one point, between a guy who was about 6′8″ and solid muscle, and another one who turned out to actually be a nice and friendly human being. So eventually I ditched the taller one and headed downstairs with… let’s call him, I don’t know, Mike. Names changed to protect the less-than-innocent. I generally don’t go for guys that are too much older than me with a few exceptional cases, and Mike was certainly one of them. He’s absolutely adorable, and smart, and really nice – the catch is that he’s not from the area, and he has a boyfriend. (Which didn’t stop us from making out a lot at the bar.) We traded numbers, and he said he’d probably show up again the next night.
During the day on Saturday, a friend of mine came down from NYC with her posse, who had never been to Philadelphia before. And one of them, Shawn (oh my God, making up names for these people is much more fun than I expected), was gorgeous; however, he was there with his fiancée. Awkward. Later they all went to South Street for food and shopping, and I returned to my apartment… later, my friend said she wanted to come see my place for a bit before they all headed back north. The first thing she said when she entered was, “So, [Shawn] thinks you’re really cute.” To which I responded: “Uh…what?” Apparently he and his lady are polyamorous, they both date around, he’s bi (but possibly leaning towards gay), and they live in San Francisco (figures). He said that next time I’m in San Francisco, I should contact him. I don’t know what it is about all these people in open to semi-open relationships hitting on me, but I don’t know, it wigs me out a little bit. I know that polyamory would never work for me: I can handle sleeping with people, no strings attached, but then to actively date people, yet still have someone to go home to that doesn’t care seems farfetched. I know a couple groups of poly people, one of which is surprisingly functional, but I’m still waiting for the other proverbial shoe to drop.
Saturday night, I went out again, first to Stir (where I found a $10 bill on the floor!) and then to Tavern. First up was this plastered guy – I’m getting tired of the alias thing, but I don’t remember his name – that has introduced himself to me three times, told me how he’s a bitch but finds me cute three times, and asked for my number three times. This was the third time I gave him a fake one. Then Mike found me and we danced for a while; eventually I had another tall muscle boy behind me, but this one was much cuter than Friday’s, so I danced with him for a while too. (And we traded numbers as well.) Mike and I headed downstairs for some end-of-the-night chilling and smooching at the bar, followed by late-night diner run to Midtown. Then he walked me home, and it was a lovely end to the evening. 
(Almost forgot! Saturday, before the NYC crew arrived, I was at Chapterhouse, where I struck up a two-hour conversation with this guy I’ve been talking to online for a few weeks. It was our first face-to-face chat, and it went really well for a random encounter.)
Considering all that happened in the course of about 36 hours, I’d say it was a productive weekend in the boy department. I don’t know, sometimes it’s just nice to be hit on and danced with and whatnot. I don’t know if anything will come of any of these – Mike left the city yesterday, though he’ll be back for Christmas; and I have no San Francisco plans anytime soon – but the experience alone was worth it. If it enables me to make it through December without bitching about my lack of relationship, I can consider my Resolution fulfilled. Right?
~~ PQ
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