Strip Darts??-or Hey Did You Bring Gay Back Up?

Okay…so my date…Not too impressed…

I realized the MLH (Mega Latin Hottie) is more like LSSH (Latin So-So Hottie). We had already set up the date and time to play some darts at a bar that I don’t like to frequent often, because there is too much attitude for my liking.

Anyway, I got a call on Friday from MLH, and he informed me that a girlfriend of his wanted to play darts so they were going to the bar around 10:00-10:30, and then he asked me if I wanted to meet them out. HELLO..didn’t we have a date? Did I sniff too many white-out bottles when I was a receptionist? Did I eat too many paint chips as a kid? Every conversation we had led up to our Friday date…

I took it in stride, and told him to call me when he was on the way to the bar (they were going to cab it).

I got a call a little later, and he told me that they were going to a different bar, which happened to be another one my ex frequents regularly. I told him that it might be uncomfortable if we went there, but then I rethought it and said that it was fine (MLH had to choose the 2 bars that my ex frequents).

I get another call a little later saying that he and his friend were on their way. I called a cab and jetted up to the bar. Since I used to go to this bar a lot, I knew about half of the patrons, and the cocktail server gave me a big hug and asked me how I was doing (right in front of MLH-HA I'm popular). The bartender, who knows me by name (of course) got my drink, and after I had my lovely libation, I sauntered into the side room to meet up with my “date.”

Imagine, to my surprise, when I found out that he brought 2 (yes two) LESBIAN friends on our “date.” I was a little mortified. He brought gay back up. I was left out to dry. They were talking and chatting each other up as I sat there, not saying a word. HOLY UNCOMFORTABLE BATMAN.

Just as I was about to chalk it up and call it a night…I had a change of heart and thought to myself, “I am going to change this situation around and have a good time no matter what.” So, being any good gay man, I bought a round of drinks, and we all began to play darts.

Long story short…I won 2 out of 3 (which meant the loser had to pony up for drinks for the winner- 2 free drinks - YAY - the night was already getting better).

We went to the lesbian bar down the street, and LSSH (which is the new title I gave him after that night) paid for my cover. I got hit on by a lesbian, got the only male bartender’s attention for a little gay guy who was being ignored by the 2 angry lesbians working the bar. LSSH’s friends were asking what was up (after about 5 shots; their tongues had loosened up a bit - hehehe - lesbians with loose tongues), and if I was interested in their friend. I said, “Hell yeah, but that he was being skittish around me.” They said it was because I was really hot and tall – swear…not pumping myself up here.

I did look good that night. Low rise jeans, tight long sleeved shirt with sleeves pushed back, Kenneth Cole loafers and my Gucci belt (Lovely).

I hit it off great with LSSH’s friends (who took off without telling him, leaving him in my care). I poured him into a cab after a little make-out session and took a cab home myself, after promising to call him the next day (AFTER HIS REQUEST-important note).

Saturday I called him and left a message, and didn’t hear back from him until yesterday. I think he invoked the 3 Day Rule…which is stupid, because he wanted me to call him. He said that we should go out again. I said that could be fun. If we go out again, I decided that he needs to be the one who initiates it. I won’t be calling him first, so I hope he isn’t holding his breath.

More stories to come kids, and remember, when life gives you lesbians, make lesbian-aides.