Taxi Cab Confessions

Since our Easter dinner was happening on Sunday instead of Saturday like I originally thought, I decided to stay in Mpls on Friday and head home on Saturday evening. So, friend Scott and I rented the second Bridget Jones movie and had a couple drinks. Then my old friend from Dodge Center, Jill, called me to say she was in Mpls w/ another friend of hers and did I want to meet them at the Gay '90s. So after the movie, I took a cab there and hung out with them. We watched a little of the drag show and then went to the retro bar (there are about 6 different bar areas inside the '90s) where we danced to all their fun '70s and '80s music - it was a good time. So we parted ways at closing and I was on a mission to find a cab - it's nearly impossible to find a cab at bar close downtown...Anyway, this cute guy was hailing all the same cabs I was trying for. Finally I asked him where he was going and he said Uptown. My apartment is on the way there, so I suggested sharing a cab (I'm a good sharer). It took about 20 minutes, at least, but in the meantime we did some talking. He was wearing some sort of Band-Aid thing on his nose b/c he had been in a fight and he also had drops of blood on his all white tennis shoes - but he didn't look like a loser, just a cute guy who had happened to get in a little scuffle. He said he was sticking up for his gay cousin (or someone) and so that got my attention, of course. I stopped traffic with my Kennedy attitude and finally got one of the empty cabs. On the way to my apartment he mentioned that he might be gay, but I kinda thought he was just kidding, but then he got out with me instead of continuing on to Uptown, so I thought 'whatever...' Once inside, we had a cocktail and did some more talking. He was asking if I thought he was good looking and how long have I been out and what did my friends think when I first told them, but then also, "Ohhh...but I'm not gay...." A little bit later, and I'm not even sure how it happened, we were making out and he declared that he is gay and has never told anyone. We messed around a little bit, but then I got up to use the bathroom and he was passed out when I got back! When I woke up the next morning he was asleep on the floor with my coat as a blanket - he taken his socks off and thrown them across the room too, which I thought was kind of funny. Then my bathroom rug was all wet, so I hope he didn't think it was the toilet at some point that night. He woke up shortly thereafter and didn't seem to remember a thing -- called a couple of his friends he was supposed to meet and thanked me for letting him crash and left. I'm not even sure what his name was - I'll just call him Random Closeted Joe. Very cute though. I think he's about 23 or so. Just another crazy occurrence for me - that's about the 4th time that's happened to me. I guess I'm a magnet for the closet cases....No complaints here!