Out of drama comes a date

Again, probably jinxing myself for even saying anything already, but I have a hot date tonight!

Being the lushes that we are, Bill and I decided to go to Showtunes again this past Sunday at The Bolt. Oh, nothing exciting happened Saturday night. We did go out to the little neighborhood gay bar call The 19 Bar. It was like gay prom in there with the music people were playing on the jukebox - either that or someone was clearly depressed. Very depressed. Lots of Monster Ballads. Then Bill's coat got stolen. It contained his cell phone, car keys and house keys. Of course, I would have been in hysterics and demanding a full car search of every patron, but he calmly decided that someone took it by mistake and they'd answer his cell phone the next day. That didn't happen. It's gone. People are a bunch of malarchy. Oh, and some guy there turned 50 that night. He wanted to show us that he was still young & virile, so he proceeded to do some sort of gymnastics stretch type thing on the gross bar floor. It was disturbing. There was a cute guy there who I talked to for a while. He said he thought I was straight and just a friend who'll go to gay bars once in a while...? I don't know where that came from, but I found it amusing. Oh, and my dorm roommate from freshmen year also showed up that night. He also "turned out to be" gay -- I hadn't seen him in over a year. I think he does porn & stuff like that now. That's what a mutual friend told me -- that he flew out to DC to take naked pictures in some guy's garden, but who knows...

Anyway - so Sunday we decided to go to beer bust/Showtunes. A cute guy was there celebrating his 30th and we hit it off well. He started off the conversation by asking me if the scene playing was from Grease 2. It was clearly Michelle Pfeifer circa 1982, so I said I guessed it probably was. Oh, and the song was horrible, which is another good indicator. We talked about some other movies and that he moved here from Indiana -- he also used to live in Rochester (MN) for a while -- he went to Purdue -- yadda yadda. Then his cute boyfriend showed up at the table. The boyfriend made it quite clear that they were together - but wasn't snotty about it. Just my typical luck. Turns out the boyfriend was someone who does the type of work my company recruits for, so he went to get a napkin to write my e-mail address and never came back. Figures. Bill said at least I had two new friends.

The night progressed and friend Trevor showed up, then left. Soon a cute guy sat at the same table Purdue boy had been at. He was with three girls. Did I mention he was cute? Then, he motioned me over and I pretty much flipped over our table in an effort to get over there. He said that he and his friends thought I looked like Dave Matthews...I've heard this several times before and told him that. I said people also tell me I look like Vince Vaughn quite a bit. I don't think either Dave Matthews or Vince Vaughn are entirely good looking, but he said he thought both were good. By this time Trevor comes back and starts making a scene. He was pretty drunk and was supposed to have quit drinking. I guess that plan went by the wayside in favor of humiliating me when he saw me with Ryan -- someone Trevor wanted to date him when they first met last fall. He started to tell the cute new guy, Ryan, and his friends that I'm a player and we had just been in a three month relationship and I broke his heart. This was all news to me since we only hung out a few times and we barely ever talked. Ryan didn't really seem to care and we made out in the bathroom like two 14 year olds before he had to take his friends home. I said I'd like to try just exchanging phone numbers instead of the usual gay ritual of going home with each other the first night. He didn't mind, which made me happy. Trevor left and returned again to yell at me and proceeded to stalk me around the bar until it closed. I strive to have no drama, then when a cute guy finally shows some healthy interest, I look more dramatic than the other Kennedys....GREAT. Apparently it didn't phase Ryan too much b/c we talked on the phone for almost two hours last night and we're going to talk when I finish work tonight to decide what we want to do for a date. I'm excited, but nervous. And not expecting anything to come of it. Last night it was revealed that he is a gym rat - 6 times per week compared to my zero (well, I only go in Spring & Summer). Also, he doesn't like to date smokers and I told him that I wouldn't smoke around him and if we wanted to keep seeing each other, I'd try to quit....I guess I'm just going to expect that I won't look quite as appealing to him without cocktails and dim bar lighting. UNLESS our date consists of meeting at a bar (there's an idea). We'll see....