I’ve already had the most incredible weekend.
It started last night. One of my friends sent out an Email earlier in the week to a group of us, inviting us out for dinner on Friday at Joy’s an inexpensive but extremely popular Thai restaurant in Boystown. Of course, everyone agreed that it was a fantastic idea.
Cut to Friday. There’s at least 18 of us there. Seriously. It was incredible. We took up 1/2 the restaurant. Everyone was relaxed, laughing, talking, and having a wonderful time.
Most of the group were from the Chorus, and had been friends for a long time. Some brought spouses or dates. But one person in particular was a new face.
Yep, the Cute New Chorus Boy.
Now I gotta tell you. I really, really think he’s cute. And charming. And adorable. And sweet. But at no time have I ever wanted to make any overly forward advances, because; A: He just got out of a two-year relationship; B: As mature as he is, he is almost 10 years my junior; C: He is a newbie to the Chorus (typically it is bad form to “pounce” upon new members so quickly. If they “pounce” on you, though, it’s fine. But I digress.); and D. He is having a wonderful time meeting new people and making new friends, and I wouldn’t want to jeopardize that.
So, that being said, harmless flirtation is just fine. And there was plenty of that all night long, between him and me and most everyone else who was a part of the evening’s festivities.
We headed to Sidetrack after dinner, where the flirtations continued. Now I’m not saying there was anything scandalous, but you know, a cuddly hug here, a backrub there, a “let me buy you a drink” there… everything was all in good fun.
So at one point I was giving Cute New Chorus Boy a backrub… and I have to admit, I was putting some extra effort into it. No meager shoulder rubbing here. This was some good knot-kneading, put-some-elbow-in-it-action. He was loving it. Of course, so was I.
At one point he whispered into my ear “I’m going home with you so you can do that do me some more.” To say I bit my tongue would be highly unneccessary, but true nonetheless.
He had had a few drinks, so we stayed a little later to sober him up a bit before he went home. All around us there was plenty of fun stuff going on. This one was making out with a few boys, that one was cruising the bar for a boy to take home, and the other one was talking to everyone else. It was fun. But in the end, we all went our separate ways and called it a night.
This morning, I got an E-mail AND a call from Cute Chorus Boy.
CCB: “What are you doing today?”
Me: “No plans, what’s on your agenda?”
CCB: “Oh…” he had this errand and that errand to run…
Me: “Cool… how about later?” I replied.
CCB: “No plans, preferably something low-key.”
Me: “Low-key sounds great to me.” The wheels began to turn in my mind…
CCB: “Cool. Let’s think upon that, and I’ll call you when my errands are done.”
Me: “Great, talk to you then…”
Needless to say, I was intrigued. I wasn’t quite sure how the night would end, but I knew it would possibly involve him, me, and nobody else. That was a thought I kinda liked.
I began cleaning my apartment. Oh it needed it, don’t get me wrong. But you know, you have to anticipate things. Should they occur. If they do.
I had a few errands to run of my own, and he called while I was out.
“Hey what’s going on?” I asked.
CCB: “Well I just got home, and am going to lay down for a short nap. How about I call you when I wake up?”
Me: “Sounds good,” I said, and continued about my errands.
Which now included buying groceries. Fresh salmon, baby red potatos, salad… already had some wine… hmm… what else…
He called just as I got home.
CCB: “Hey, I just woke up!”
Me: “Cool, what are you doing now?”
CCB: “Oh I’m about to make a hot dog for dinner.”
Me: “A HOT DOG!?” I retorted, “Well, you’ll be missing a fabulous dinner then.”
CCB: “Really? What are you going to have?”
Me: “Oh I just bought a huge fillet of salmon and some other things…”
CCB: “OOOH that sounds wonderful!” After a pause…
CCB: “Are you inviting me over for dinner?”
Me: “You’re so perceptive!”
CCB: “Well screw the hot dog then! What time should I be there?”
Me: “How about 8?”
(Cue the shit-eating grin. More later. 😀 )