So I frantically ran up the stairs to my apartment, bags of groceries in tow. I also had a tuxedo. That’s for something I’ll talk about later. Let’s focus first on the story at hand, shall we?
It was 7:00. I had an hour. The place was still, to my eye, atrocious. I dumped the groceries in the kitchen and the tux in the closet and immediately went apeshit with the cleaning.
I tell you, when I am on a mission, I AM ON A MISSION. Floors were swept, furniture and rugs vaccuumed, bathroom sink, floor AND toilet wiped down and scrubbed, kitty furballs picked up left and right. (He does have an allergy to cats. I asked him if he’d be ok and he insisted he would. I got as much as I could.)
I was a madman. In no time flat, the place looked almost immaculate. The wonderful thing about my place at night is that with just the right lighting you can’t see all the sins. Of course, I have some wonderful places to tuck away the big ones. Lots of closets, drawers and such. Yeah, it’s cheating, but so what. To the naked eye it’s clean. Only I know what resides in drawer #1. Just don’t open it.
I had just finished sweeping up the last bits of dust and garbage and thrown them onto my back porch when the doorbell rang. The place was ready and so was I. Thank goodness.
He was as adorable and as charming as ever. A smile that just lights up the room. And he was here to see… me. Me! Wow. How did I rate?
Gave him the grande tour and headed to… the kitchen. (Get your minds out of the gutter.) Salmon awaited. We had oven broasted salmon in lemon and olive oil with fresh garlic and basil, red rosemary garlic potatoes and green beens with butter. Nothing terribly fancy, but I make it damn well. And it was damn good. He brought salad makings and I tossed some balsamic and olive oil on them with a little red tomato and a touch of spices. Opened a bottle of wine (white with the fish, chilled) and some mood music and candles and voila… a lovely romantic evening.
We were going to finish with a movie on the DVD player but when I went to put one in… the player wasn’t working! I tried a few movies and nothing was reading in the player. He didn’t care though. He said he had wonderful evening, and of course, so did I.
We talked about so many things… but basically we both agreed that there was interest on each of our parts, but given his situation (just out of a relationship) and the fact that he was just making new friends with all these new guys in the chorus, we agreed that it was best to remain friends and let the chips fall where they may. However, he did come in for more than one lingering hug… and just before he left, and one more hug and smooch goodnight (no lingering kisses… first date here folks. Gotta keep it on the level. I’m a newly old-fashioned boy. (-: ) he said he especially adored my … ahem.. paunchiness. Score!
And that’s how the evening ended. Totally sweet, totally innocent, great conversation, great food, and those sparkling blue eyes in the candlelight … oh my heart could just melt. If nothing else comes of it, it was worth it just to spend those few hours with him and enjoy the time.
And if anything, I’ve just made another really wonderful new friend in my life.
Nothing wrong with that.