I met Barowner, three years prior, at some event - actually through my friend - whom I dated at some point - and whom is now a very gorgeous homosexual (not uncommon for guys I’ve dated to go gay. Hmmm. Maybe I should re-think that comment . . .)
Over the years, I’d run into Barowner, now and then, but I never realized he was interested. I mean, I was definitely not interested - to begin with, he looked like Xtina’s husband - not exactly my cup of tea. I realized he was interested, only when he facebooked me and said “we should go out”. Huh? Well, he is a bit ponchy, but he does have a fabulous bar/lounge, he’s 32, and drives a Lamborghini. Dating him might be like dating Batman! Yeah! Actually, I meant Bruce Wayne. Driving around in a gun-metal Lambo - I was giddy at the thought - I’d have a hard-on if I had a dick! I’d rather be dating the cute 22 yr old bartender that works in his bar, but at least this one’s available, and interested. Not to mention, better on paper . .
So I went out with the dude a couple of times. Nice guy, but a major alchie - extremely unattractive. Who wants to go out with a guy that gets so drunk (almost every night) that he slurs, sorta walks backwards when going forwards, and drools? Ugh! To top it off, his place was a pigsty - he had clothes in the entry, living room, kitchen - everywhere! Clothes on the couch, clothes on the lamp, clothes on the kitchen counter - it was repulsive. How could he live like that? So, I decided I really couldn’t care for him. But that’s not how it went down. No siree, there’s more to the story . . .
Until next time,
YPhilotes
Monday, November 10, 2008
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