Setting the Date-Lucky Me

A little nervous today...about tonight.



I have a date (hit the confessionals everyone-it's one of the signs of the end of the world. The 4 horsemen of the apocolypse are saddled up and ready to ride).

If you remember, I gave Dart Hotty my number 2 days ago...he called (got my voicemail).

I called him (got his voicemail).

He called me again last night (and AGAIN got my voicemail, because I was so tired after working all day hung over and tired. Didn't even hear the phone ring).

I called him this morning, hoping to god that he wouldn't hate me for calling around 9:00 am, and got his voicemail (this was getting to be one ridiculous game of tag).

As I was pushing paper furiously for my job, I mean, I was up to my elbows in files, my cell phone rings, and my boss is hovering over my shoulder requesting information.

I have to get the call...I see his name winking at me on the display. Have.. to.. get phone. Must... pick... up call. Phone tag... has to... end..

My boss looks right at me as my ring tone annoyingly keeps going. I pick up the phone faster than greased lightning, say, "Hi...can you hold on for a sec?" and answer my boss's questions in record time.

I pick up my cell and have the conversation that should have happened days ago. We can't decide what to do tonight (I can't focus because I'm at work...and this whole dating thing is brand new to me again...AND I am surrounded by co-workers). I tell him that I'll give him a call after work and hang up.

I go outside to partake in my nasty habit of inhaling nicotine in lung bucket fulls, and call my roommate to tell him I'm not sure what my plans are tonight (there was a tentative dinner plan with Robbie and Seth tonight). Not sure if DH (Dart Hotty) wants to make it a full blown (hehehe) date, or if we were gonna meet up somewhere for a little rocktailing and maybe the eventual drunken hookup.

I was hoping that a drunken hookup wouldn't happen, so I took the bull by the horns and called DH back to finalize plans. If we were gonnna hookup I didn't want it slobberingly clumsy with a headache in the morning (if I even stayed the night-horrible snorer that I am, I like to get them hooked on the deutschmarc before disclosing that I can snore at deafening decibles).

He suggested that we have dinner...Great...

AT HIS PLACE...

I said yes, of course, after he asked me if I couldn't eat any particular food (bell peppers-highly allergic). I have a date...a real date (I think). My mind is still reeling and I'm wearing a goofy smile. Maybe we wouldn't even leave his place....(insert porn music here).

I call Seth back and tell him that I wouldn't be able to have dinner with him and Robbie. I had a dinner date. My roommate was shocked at the fact that I got an invite have dinner at DH's place (it is almost unheard of to see the pad of someone that you hadn't hung out with before-on a one on one basis).

The thing is:

1. Is it reeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaallllllly a true date?
2. I don't know if it is just going to be the 2 of us (who knows? he might invite friends).
3. I will be there alone (what if his conversation sucks?).

Now I'm full of these questions...We were a little toasted when we met. Am I reading too much into this dinner thing? What should I wear?

• Something tight? (johnny collar v-neck with retro print, black pants or low rise jeans, docs)
• Something demure? (sweater with wide neck that shows off collar bones a smidge, low rise jeans, and sensible black track shoes)
• Boy next door apparel? (b-ball hat, ringer, jeans, sandals)

These are the kind of difficulties a gay guy faces when starting something up... He has already seen me in something tight...maybe demure...boy next door should be for a movie or something casual.

I guess I'll figure it out later...after I call 6 of my friends for their thoughts.

I'll let you all know tomorrow how it goes.

Happy St. Patty's Day!

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