Sunday night was CGMC‘s Oscar party, and it was a great party. The drinks were flowing, the food was delicious and the party guests were lovely — male, female and in-between. 🙂
I decided to wear my tuxedo, but instead of the tie and the white shirt and all that, I went with a blue sateen shirt with the collar open. I also got a haircut and fixed it up a little differently.
I have to admit, I was lookin’ pretty good.
Historically at this party, I have had pretty good luck meeting a guy. Some turned into some dating experiences, some turned into shorter-term experiences. But there’s just something about Oscar night, and I’m usually very much “on”.
This night was no different, I’m happy to say.
Toward the end of the telecast, I was standing with my friend Jeremy, watching the show, when a very handsome guy sidled up next to me with his friend. And almost as if it were meant to happen, the handsome guy started talking to me and his friend started talking to Jeremy.
And then he gave me that look.
You know the one. The look that says “I’ve been checking you out from afar, and now that I’m up close, I still like what I see.” Yeah, that look. I’ve seen it before. I like that look. A lot.
The new handsome guy told me that he and his friend were just at another bar and were bored so they came over to see what was happening at Sidetrack. I told him I was glad they came over. And then we smiled at each other.
I had a few free drink coupons left in my pocket so I took two out and asked him if he’d like a drink. He said sure… in fact, he’d order for us. So I gave him the tickets and a few minutes later he came back with our drinks.
I asked him if his friend was his boyfriend or just a friend, and he replied (to my relief) that he was, indeed, just a friend. I must have smiled because the next thing I knew he had his arm around me. So I returned the gesture.
Now usually I don’t move so fast with a guy in a crowded bar like this, but folks, this guy was a hottie. And I don’t turn down hotties. Unless they’re assholes. And this guy wasn’t an asshole. At least from what I could tell so far.
At this point my mind started racing. “What should I do? Should I take him home with me? Nah. I don’t want a one-night-stand out of this. But what if that’s what he wants? Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt. Hmmmm.”
So I asked him where he lived, and he said “Well, that’s the crappy part about tonight, actually. I live in Gurnee, up near Waukegan.”
Shit. Fuck. Damn. Hell.
“I know Gurnee well,” I replied. “I worked there for many years. I’m from Kenosha originally.”
“Ahhh Kenowhere,” He joked. It’s an old joke. But I didn’t mind.
“Yes… so how are you getting home then?” I asked.
“Well that’s the other crappy part. I have to take a train home,” he said, sheepishly.
“Oh, the Metra? What time is the train?” I asked, hoping it was a late train.
“10:45… and it’s 9:15 now.”
Shit. Fuck. Damn. Hell.
“Well, then, I guess I’ll just have to get to know you while you’re here, and we can get together another time and continue… what do you say?” I said, trying to make the most of the situation.
“Sounds good to me,” he replied, and put his hand into mine.
So there was hand-holding, and talking, and eventually kissing from that point. And it was hot, steamy, intense kissing, too. I’m not usually one to make a big “make-out” scene in a bar like that, but my time was limited, and I wanted to enjoy it until he had to leave. The problem with this is, I knew just about EVERYONE at the bar that night. So no place was safe– not a dark corner or a hidden area to be found. But I didn’t care. I was with a handsome man and we liked each other. Let their tounges wag.
The time came for him to leave to catch his train. We exchanged numbers and he promised to call. I walked him to the door and we shared one last kiss before he left.
After he left, I text messaged him. “Call me,” it said.
He still hasn’t called.
But I remain hopeful. For now.