Feb 132011
 

I really need this t-shirt

Yesterday was a long day, so long of a day that by the time evening rolled around I was ready to just lay down and sleep.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t as one of my clients was having a party, and so I needed to go for good client relations.

My last few parties with this client were hosted by other people and have been wine parties where people brought their own wine, snacks, etc. It tended toward the high end with finer palates, quiet music, and fancy food.

She however hosted this party, and lives with a couple musicians, and she’s learning to become one herself.  So I knew it would be a little different, but I had no idea exactly what to expect.

The invite said to bring wine or BYOB, and something to pair with it. So I did.

I arrive, and I hear music blaring. Fortunately it was good music. A few friends of the roommates’ were jamming. It was pretty cool, but a little loud.

It’s crowded, and as my eyes adjust to the light I realize what I’ve brought is of a much finer fare than was needed. 90% of the crowd is early twenties and either in college or just out of it.

The little “food” table was filled with the oversized bottles of cheap wines. You know the bottles you used to buy in college? They were essentially two bottles of wine bottled in one big bottle, just  a step above Boones Family Farms.  The food selection was off-brand Doritos, some unknown source of salsa and what I believe might have been hummus.  So when I put down my assorted cheese plate of Gouda, Swiss, Aged Cheddar, and Havarti, people swarmed.  And my good wine, despite it only having cost $10, was gone in a matter of minutes.

I did however make a very good impression, and got a huge “Thank You” from one of the young girls for bringing something resembling actual food.  She was starving.

A few of our mutual friends were there. I believe we were called the “Old People”, and most of them left soon after I’d arrived.  There’s only so much “returning to college” that we old people can handle.

So when Lissa asked me if I wanted to go find a bar to party at, I said yes.

The room was filled with hot young men… talented hot young men… but emphasis on young.  The music was good, but so loud no one could talk without shouting. It honestly was a party that I would have killed to attend 15 years ago.  As it turns out, 15 years is enough time to have grown old, finicky, and a party pooper.

We said goodbye to the host, and went to a bar nearby.

We enter the Karaoke room of the bar hoping to find something entertaining. We do. There are two very cute mid-30’s men and we strike up a conversation. It was fun, but they talk like they’re married. Never actually saying it, but the conversation doesn’t get any deeper than superficial.

We go to the bar to refresh our drinks, and meet “Mr I’m not looking to get laid”.. which was seriously his opening line (it was either that or he said “I’m not looking to get all up in ya, I just want to hang out.” I can’t really remember exactly).  He seemed like a nice guy, and I believed him that he was looking for a real relationship. He had that lonely desperation scent of a man who just wanted someone to love him. Unfortunately for him that was about all he had interesting about him, and instead of refreshing our drinks, we decided to move on to another bar.

The next bar, we belly up to the bar and find ourselves ignored by the bartenders. Worst service ever. However our company was pretty good.

We ended up sitting next to a man who had made friends with half the bar. I end up flirting with him, and he starts pointing out these friends of his (only to find out later he’d just met them that night) to help vouch for him.  I was teasing him and pretending not to believe him about this woman who was obviously too drunk, and whom he claimed was “crazy”.  So crazy that he would not get within 4 feet of her.

So I made his friends come over from across the room to help explain things, and vouch for him. Yes, thats how I roll.. men come from across the room to talk to me.

Actually, I believe they were pulling man-code and trying to help poor Luis get laid. Luis was a decent looking guy, but mostly just entertainment fodder for me. I was more interested in meeting his “friends” and just having fun at the bar.

Then Luis pointed out Billy as someone he was buddies with, and waved to him from across the bar. Billy looked up at us, and I made “come here” signs with my hand… demanding signs… and probably demeaning signs as if I was entitled to just motion and expect obedience.

Billy smiled, and then made gestures telling me to go to him. I shook my head, smiled, and repeated my gesture telling him to come to me.  He insisted that I go to him by making his gesture larger. I in turn made my gesture larger, and more staccato, thus upping this game of “no seriously come here”.  As a good boy, he finally came over to me and Luis.

“You called?” He said smiling, while cocking his head to the side and raising one eyebrow in curiosity.

He stood on one side of me, and Luis on the other. So when I went to answer him, I had to turn my back to Luis.

“Well Luis here, is trying to convince me that that girl is crazy.”

Billy’s eyes follow where I’m meaning, widen, and his gaze returns to me.

“Oh yeah, she’s crazy.” He says with obvious meaning of “I wouldn’t touch that with a ten foot pole”

The girl is normal looking, drunk, and relatively hot.  So she had to be really unhinged. Lissa however was talking to her and making friends.

I introduce Lissa to Billy, and Lissa says hello, and tries to defend the girl, but gets pulled back into talking to the girl.

“You know thats one of the best things about Lissa,” I tell Billy, “She’s one of those really nice people that makes friends with anyone.”

Billy and I banter back and forth forever. Seriously he is the male version of me with a bit more extroversion. Snarky, a very good judge of character, and honest to nearing the point of rudeness… without ever meaning to be actually offensive. I loved it!

Many of my friends now are in very new-agey love-everyone no-one-has-faults kind of religious/spiritual beliefs.  Saying things like “OMG that girl is bat-shit crazy.” to them pretty much gets me the ‘scolding eye’ of ‘tsk tsk you shouldn’t judge people’…

So talking with Billy was pretty damn awesome.

He invited Lissa and I to visit him where he works and he’d buy us a beer. I may just take him up on that.

Dec 142010
 

So after my date with “Barks At Dogs”, I wanted a drink. I’d already planned on going out with Chrissy to a bar, and meeting a bunch of friends, so I headed to the bar.

I arrive and it’s drink specials night. $1 wells. Normally when they say $1 wells they mean mixed drinks. If you order a vodka on the rocks, most places will charge you double. Not this place. Vodka on the rocks for a buck.

I then decided to see how many I could down before the drink specials ran out at 10pm. Yes, I decided to get smashed, and announced it to everyone there.

The party included Chrissy, a couple girls I don’t really know, an Asian/Pacific Islander guy, and Ken.

I’ve known Ken for a while now. I met him at the same time that I met the guy I talked about in my “Confuzzled” post.

Ken is a sweetheart. Nice. Passive. Do anything for you. He’s one of those guys you write off as friends, because you’re pretty sure if you actually did try to date him you’d just end up hurting him.

As such, I wrote Ken off very quickly when I first met him. He’s also a little odd which doesn’t help matters any.

Ken, being the nice guy that he is, decided to help me in my drinking endeavor by buying me a few drinks himself, and encouraging me to drink up.

By 10pm, I had a good buzz going. I didn’t count how many drinks I had, but based on my bill. I know it was at least 14 vodkas on the rocks.

I didn’t stop at 10pm though. Ken bought me more drinks after that, and I didn’t turn them down.

He was being sweet, nice, and attentive. After my date earlier, he wasn’t looking so bad.. but I had no intentions of being more than friends with Ken.

This is where things get fuzzy. I’m missing pieces of what happened exactly, but since I was too drunk to drive myself home.. somehow I went home with Ken. I honestly don’t even think at that point that I had any intention of being more than just platonic with Ken.

But.. me + alcohol…

I honestly don’t remember leaving the bar, but I do remember walking to Ken’s car. I vaguely remember riding in the car on the way to his place. I woke up this morning with absolutely no clue where in Austin I was, a very rare thing as I always have a backup plan. But I obviously trusted Ken because I did not pay any attention to where he was driving me the night before. (of all the times in my life that I’ve ever been drunk, this is the only night that I have had this much trouble recalling things.. soo not a good sign)

I remember him parking, and myself opening up my car door and puking my guts out. (Sexy right?) And puking. And puking. I remember Ken clearly taking care of me, being sweet about everything, and telling me I’d be ok.

I don’t remember walking up to his apartment, but obviously I did since I woke there this morning.

I do remember knocking over his DVD shelving. His alphabetized collection falling haphazardly all over the floor. I remember trying to put them back on the shelves in the right order, and him begging me to stop. He wasn’t mad. He just wanted me in the bedroom.

I just don’t remember the point where it went from platonic to romantic at all.  I do clearly remember feeling platonic at the bar. I do clearly remember what we did next was not platonic, and it was just as much my idea as it was his. I just don’t remember how it got to that point.

I did find some texts on my phone this morning. Evidently, we were texting each other at the bar calling each other “Sweetie” and “Sweetheart”… (yes you can puke now)

But I’m very glad things went romantic, because Ken has a side to him in the bedroom that is HOT.

Outside the bedroom, Ken walks around as if he’s not really at ease or very self-assured. He seems sweet, innocent, passive. In the bedroom, he wasn’t really any of those things. He knew exactly what he was doing, how to do it, when to do it, and more. He’s also packing a pretty good pistol. (He’s a little bit like the married guy on “Cougartown”)

It’s the best sex I’ve had since my “Night of Sexual Healing” a little over a year ago, and boy did I need to get laid.

I woke up this morning feeling sick, icky, yucky, and happy… if just a little confused on where I was.. but I wasn’t confused at all on who I was with. The surprise of being happy with Ken was strange.. and I wonder if maybe I should have gotten drunk with him earlier.

Then he came back from taking his dog for a potty-walk, and we started again. The tone was different from the night before… better different. It was fun. It was sensual. It was amazing.

As he drove me back to my car this morning (after taking me out to get some breakfast), I learned more about him. I thought he was much younger than me. He’s actually just a little older. He someday wants to get married and have kids.

He might just be a keeper… maybe. I’ll have to get to know him better to tell for sure.  And I wouldn’t have even given him the time of day, had I not gotten drunk. Strange huh?

Now just to find out if he feels the same. It’s possible I might just be that drunk chick he brought home once, and decided never again.