I came home last night after two birthday parties. One in Baltimore, for the 30th birthday of a dear friend and colleague. Yes, I like her enough that I hauled myself all the way up to Baltimore for dinner. And all the way back to make the joint birthday party of three friends of mine, two of whom are among my closest friends in DC.
The trip back to DC took nearly an hour, and trying to park in Adams Morgan took almost that long. So I got to the party kind of frazzled, had several beers, got home at 2:30 am, and answered an email to the guy I am going to go on a third (totally unprecedented in recent memory - third!) date with on Tuesday.
At least I hope I am. Because my judgement was a little impaired, I went ahead and told him about my evening. Including a version of the following. That two of the birthday people are my close, close friends. And the third man, who is gay, I would love passionately if he were straight.
Last night, when once again I said "Oh, if only you were straight!"
He replied, "If only you were a man!"
I'd never thought of it from that angle before. And frankly, even though that means I could date him, (or Erin for that matter, if I were a straight man) I'd be the pranciest little leprechaun of a man you can imagine. I'm so glad I'm not a man.
But my point - I do have one - is what on earth possessed me to share this information with him? And does he actually want to go out with someone who not only thinks but says these things?
I know he's strong, and he's not easily fazed. He got full-on Lisa on our first date and he didn't bat an eye. We'd just sat down to dinner when the conversation turned to relationships. And cheating in particular, although I can't remember why.
I said "I don't think anyone has ever cheated on me. Except maybe my gay boyfriend when I was 25."
Now, my date didn't flinch, but our waiter, he broke the cork he was in the process of removing from our wine bottle.
He asked me out a second time (the date, not the waiter) even after the explanation of the gay boyfriend, even after an entire evening of me, unfiltered. And after our second date, he asked me out a third time. Quite frankly, I'd like to see him again.
I was doing a post-date debrief with Erin last week, and I told her I think I might like him. I kissed him!
She was really surprised. "You kissed him? Where did you kiss him?!?"
"On the lips. I barely know him."
"No, stupid. I mean, did you kiss him on the stairs of your building? You didn't invite him up?"
"Wait, what am I saying? You never invite anyone up. Is it still messy?"
"In his car. I kissed him in his car. I might kiss him in his car again next week."
"You're going out with him again???"