ButterFly Man (see February 19 post) asked me to dinner tonight. Great time, but no butterflies. It was sort of like going out with my brother. Enjoyable time, but didn't feel the chemistry. I guess I'm a little confused.
BFM is coming to my party Friday night. We'll see how that works out...and then there are my homeys who will probably have a lot to say about him once he's gone. Who knows, maybe he just feels sorry for a slightly better than average looking middle aged gay guy who doesn't have a partner....
But then there was the thirty-something hunk at the gym who stared at me and then stared at me some more and finally made me so nervous staring at me I had to hoof it to the locker room. For some reason I kept thinking, "Why is he staring? Did I cut him off in the parking lot or accidentally trip him in the locker room?" Why didn't I just have the courage to smile back and say, "My name is Clive. What's your name, handsome?"
Okay, I know I've said this dating stuff is fun, but boy can it be exhausting...
Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy
If I've been able to learn anything it is that relationships grow and evolve but they need time just like any other good thing. Not every date has to be filled with euphoria, just have to be patient, let things flow and certainly see how does the person react in various circumstances....but what do I know!? :-)
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Miguel, you always know just the right thing to say. Thanks!
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