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Monday, March 07, 2005
Rendez-Vous with Queens Guy: Part One
I initially met Queens Guy on the basis of friendship, so I don't know if I can call Friday night an official date, but either way I had a great time with him.
Queens Guy? He is someone I met online a little over two years ago. At the time, I was getting over a guy, so was he. We've shared trifles of sincerity over the years, and dare I say, admiration. We've talked about meeting in person numerous times, but life gets in the way I suppose, things always come up.
When I got hold of tickets to a special event, he was the first one I thought of asking. He was very pleased. Our plans started with dinner, then off to the event, leaving the night open for whatever happens, happens.
Admittedly, I was very nervous on my way to the restaurant. I've been looking forward to meeting Queens Guy for a long time. The anticipation has built up considerably. While our conversations were mostly platonic, we'd cross into flirtation and sexual teasing from time to time.
Upon seeing him, he was much better looking in the flesh. Much better. Right away, I thought... should I order garden salad with extra cucumbers or two servings of Pineapple juice? Or both? (Brownie points goes to those who immediately get that reference. Wink Wink.)
I played out different versions of how the night might play out. But never did I envision myself being strongly attracted to him and then find that there would be no chemistry coming from his side. He was talking much about himself. Perhaps he's nervous? And ironically, I'm in an introverted less domineering conversational position, his one-way conversation. I found it weird that I can't get a say about myself or my thoughts. He's not curious about me. This made me uncomfortable. I'm not a boring guy, but I felt I was boring him.
Also, Queens Guy is resisting my gaze. A good sign of disinterest. But despite my protest, Queens Guy pays for dinner. After the show, I get an invite back at his place and an offer for a drive home. I insist I'm cabbing it, but he really wants to drive me home. Even though chemistry was lacking, I accept his invitation.
He had been a perfect gentleman, and to be honest, I wanted to develop my friendship with him further. That was the purpose of the evening in the first place. I suppose when you're face with physicality that you're very attracted to, you lose track of your original intentions.
We share a bottle of red wine and fascinating conversation for 3 hours supplied mostly by him. I've pretty much given up on my share of the discussion and had become the observer as he talked. Deep down, I was frustrated that I had not received one single compliment throughout the evening. Weird, I thought. The conclusion I came up with was that no matter how beautiful a guy could be, chemistry is uncalculatable.
Queens Guy confesses that when he's nervous, he talks alot. I know that he's extremely shy and is not the type to make a first move. So, I took this as my queue to proposition him for an overnight. I've never met anyone so difficult to read. He was surprised: "I thought you only want to be friends?"
"I want us to be friends. Cuddling would be nice, if sex happens, that's just a bonus."
He agrees.
It was only after I broke the ice that I received my first compliment: "You've got a hot ass."
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