The following is a recount of a conversation that took place on Sunday, January 16, 2005 at around 1:40 am; half an hour after I left Posh: Read more [+/-]
[Cell phone rings with unfamiliar number.]
Me: What took you so long?
Him: [laugh. There's that laugh again.] I had to see my friends off.
Me: I see.
Him: Do you want to come back to my place?
Me: Where do you live?
Him: (Somewhere close to Posh)
Me, sweetly: But I'm all the way downtown now.
Him: We were so close before.
Me: I know! Maybe next time.
Him: Are you sure you don't want to come up? It's early, only 2; not like it's 4.
Me: I can't. How about tomorrow? There's this party I'm going to in the city, maybe you can join me.
Him, reluctant: Okay.
Me: I'll give you a call tomorrow. Don't think about me too much now.
Him: I won't, and if I do, I still have my right hand.
Me: In that case, do think about me.
Me: Good night...
The following text message conversation took place later that night:
Him [2:02 am]: Hey
Me [2:09 am]: Hey hot stuff
Him [2:10 am]: So bummed we had to part sexy
Me [2:13 am]: There will b plnty of optnty.. i prmse.. :)
Him [2:16 am]: You should come uptown
Me [2:19 am]: Im playin hrd 2 get.. theres alwys 2morow.. swt drms babe..
Him [2:21 am]: Good game plan. The longer thd wait, the hotter. Call me tomorrow cutie :)
Me [2:23 am]: Im countn on it..
Fast-forward to Posh, Sunday night. He didn't make it to the party I was going to at Bar 41 so we decided to meet up at Posh. I convinced 4 straight girlfriends to join me; they've never been to a gay bar before and I was working with 3 hours of drinking (gotta love those Chocolate Martinis). He walks in. I recognize him, gave him a hug and quick smooch. Introductions ensue. Then, he starts talking to my friends! "Excuse me? Your attention should be on the prize!"
After a few more moments of chatting and me glancing over at him, he picks up on the fact that I want his attention and again motions for me to sit near him.
I walk around the table and instead of sitting on the couch, I say, "I think I'd be much more comfortable over here," and I sit on his lap. Do you think I was too forward (or easy)? Let me remind you readers that I've gotten to first base and, what I found out tonight, second base (over the clothes groping) with the night before. [Side note: this is also the first guy I've reached any base with, period.]
There was kissing and grinding on my part. There was excitement on his part.
After a couple of songs and a less intense make-out session (than the night before), he had to leave, citing out-of-town friends; but not before promising to call me the next day (Monday).
It's now Friday.
Not to be continued.