Sundays are always a whirlwind of activity… especially when I go to visit my mom for the weekend. I usually spend the night there on Saturday night and leave on Sunday– and early enough so I can get home, get all my things up the stairs, and rest a bit before chorus rehearsal.
This was the case today. It was a hot and muggy day, so all I really wanted to do was sit in the air conditioning and relax. But Chorus is a major commitment– and I want to honor my commitment. So at 4:45 I headed out the door.
Rehearsal went fine, even if we just about passed out from the humidity. (The church hall we rehearse in has no air conditioning– not much of a problem considering we spend most of our time there in the cooler months, but in the late summer/early fall it can be brutal.) After rehearsal, we headed out to Sidetrack for some drinks and week-ending celebration.
Usually not many guys go out after rehearsal. I’m one of the lucky folks in that I don’t have to work on Mondays until 11:30am, so I can be a little more liberal with my going-out schedule. And since I was out of town all weekend, I really wanted to go out for a bit. I always need a little “gay recharge” after a weekend away. 🙂
When I got to the bar, it was jam-packed with people. Sidetrack has its ever-popular “Showtune Nights” on Sundays from 4-9 and Mondays from 9-close; and they are, by far, their most popular nights. People crowd in the place– especially in the original “main” bar– and belt out showtunes being played on the video screens at the top of their lungs, occasionally tossing napkins in the air at certain moments, and shouting comments back at the screens where commentary doesn’t really exist.
By the time I arrived, showtunes was just about wrapped up, and was about to segue into the “Retro 60s, 70s and 80s” set, which most people enjoy just as much as the showtunes. I wandered around to find my friends Ricardo and Jason after stopping to chat with a few people. I found them in the smoke-free “glass bar.”
Ricardo was talking to a few people, as he always does. He’s quite the social butterfly, and I mean that only in the nicest of ways. He’s one of the sweetest people I know… and he has the amazing ability to go up to a complete stranger and strike up a conversation. It’s an ability I wish I could muster the courage to obtain– but instead I just sit back and watch the master at his work.
After a while, Ricardo started talking to another guy… one I thought I may have seen before, but figured that it was only because he was so strikingly handsome. Eventually Ricardo introduced me to him. And as per usual, when I meet people at a bar, the person’s name goes in one ear and out the other. It’s not that I’m ignorant or anything; it’s just that it doesn’t really matter if I retain his name, especially if our meeting is just in passing.
But when this mysterious, handsome stranger decided to stick around with us and sing along with the songs on the video screens, I slowly began to realize that his attention began to move away from Ricardo and was being directed to… me!
Now I’m not one to pick up on signals, usually. But the signals I was getting from him were not just someone having a good time and being silly. This guy was being very flirtatious. And I was sweating like a whore in church. Mainly because it was so humid in the air, but also because I’m not used to this kind of attention.
It was rather exciting.
At one point I asked him “How do you know Ricardo?” figuring that Ricardo just started randomly talking to him as he does with so many other guys.
Oh I’ve known him for a while… from here and there…” he said. “How do you know him?” He asked.
“From the Chicago Gay Men’s Chorus,” I said. “Hence why we are always singing all the time.”
“Ah… that explains it all!” he said with a smile.
Eventually he left for a bathroom break, so I used the opportunity to pull Ricardo aside and ask “Hey… what is his name again? The one that’s singing with us right now…”
“Oh you mean ‘him’*?”
“Yes.. that’s him. I couldn’t remember his name.”
“Oh he’s such a sweetheart, Rick,” Ricardo said. Then he added with a sly smile, “And you should know, you are very much his type.”
“Really….” I said.
“Really.” Ricardo replied.
“Well I’ll be damned,” I said to myself. “I wonder if this was a setup or something.” But I didn’t care. If he was interested, I know I was interested too. The guy is completely my type as well. Dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, a little shorter than me, athletic build, but not ‘perfect’, great smile, great personality, great laugh… and he’s interested in ME!?
So when he came back and reached out for a big hug… I knew I needed to see this guy again.
The rest of the night we sang along with a bunch of songs and just flirted with each other some more. There wasn’t much “getting to know you” to be done… but when it came time to leave, he said “I’d love to sing some more songs with you sometime.”
I said with a slight smirk, “I would too– but how on earth would we contact each other to do that?”
He pulled out his Blackberry. “Well, what’s your number?”
I gave it to him, and he called my cell phone. And then he gave me his full name, and I gave him mine.
As he left, we hugged again and I said “Call me.”
He said, “I will.”
So that’s the end of my weekend. Just when you least expect it… a possibility opens up.
I’ll keep you posted. 🙂
* No name yet. Not until I know something more “for sure.” Sorry. 🙂