Nov 08, 2007 1:47 PM GMT
SO… this morning I woke up. As always I put on some music, today was some Loreena McKennit cause I was feeling all mystical and things… WELL about ten til 7 someone starts knocking at the door. Here I am in my room, my cut off sweats and stained up Poison Ivy t-shirt, and glasses playing around with some ography with no clue what was going on… Aaron left his keys, the cops are coming to get me finally, the loonie bin is coming to collect me, since I am liking country music and going to church again the Second Coming has begun and That Which Is Divine decided it needed to start at my house… who knows.
SO knowing I can take a guy down in about 20seconds I fearlessly answer the door (However… had it been White Jesus I probably would have just called off and offered him what little I have by way of food and drink and had a nice morning chat, before excusing myself to shower… and have an emotional break down). Before me stands a stranger, well groomed and not all together unfortunate looking, looking at me with this odd look I have not really ever seen before.
“uuummmmm I take it your room mate isn’t home…” He says. And it clicks in my mind who this is. Aaron was about to hook up, and early in the morning too. That odd look, I’m assuming that it was the look that people get when they don’t look like their picture in an online profile.
“Nope… he leaves for work at about 6:30. Sorry”
“Well… ugh… this is really embarrassing. I got lost and that’s why I’m late. And I’m new to all this and… anyway I was wondering if it would be okay to use your bathroom…” He said to me in a somewhat emotional, somewhat, but not quite southern drawl. Knowing where all the weapons are in the house naturally I told him that would be fine, directed him where he needed to go and proceeded to walk to the far side of the room.
He came out and said he didn’t mean to wake me and I explained that I needed to get ready for work and was up anyhow. Mind you Loreena McKennit is still blaring in the background and I’m sure had I been cloaked in all black this poor bumpkin (I’ll get to that in a second) may have been led to believe I was actively participating in some odd esoteric ritual… which if you DO know me might not be far from the truth…
NOW please, if you are NOT sitting down you might want to for this next part…
He begins to fumble about with words, he again apologizes, then explains that he though “my room mate” seemed masculine and discreet according to his Gay.com profile and that he had never done anything like this. He told me he was west Virginia and that he was flying back there today (ummm flying… a whole 2-3 hour drive… oookkkaaaayyyy). Then he says “You’re his gay room mate right?”
“Yeah”
“Well look, I don’t know how all this goes but would you like a bl*w j*b?” Had I not been trained to keep my cool, and since I am not shocked by anything really anymore, I might have stood there staring at him as though he had ten heads. Who goes to hook up with one room mate, and then, after seeing that the original hook up is not going to happen, tries to upgrade to the more attractive, obviously smarter, and more exotic room mate?
“Thanks, but actually I really need to get ready for work, and I’m kinda seeing someone. I’m gonna have to decline”
He hemmed and hawed some more, asked me how to get back to Worthington (?), apologized yet again, and finally left.
I’m still kinda in shock…
How discreet is my room mate (and though this man said he was a “friend” of my room mate he consistently referred to him as “my room mate” and not by name) that he hadn’t taken or given a phone number incase this would happen…
Anyhow… good morning to me…
SO knowing I can take a guy down in about 20seconds I fearlessly answer the door (However… had it been White Jesus I probably would have just called off and offered him what little I have by way of food and drink and had a nice morning chat, before excusing myself to shower… and have an emotional break down). Before me stands a stranger, well groomed and not all together unfortunate looking, looking at me with this odd look I have not really ever seen before.
“uuummmmm I take it your room mate isn’t home…” He says. And it clicks in my mind who this is. Aaron was about to hook up, and early in the morning too. That odd look, I’m assuming that it was the look that people get when they don’t look like their picture in an online profile.
“Nope… he leaves for work at about 6:30. Sorry”
“Well… ugh… this is really embarrassing. I got lost and that’s why I’m late. And I’m new to all this and… anyway I was wondering if it would be okay to use your bathroom…” He said to me in a somewhat emotional, somewhat, but not quite southern drawl. Knowing where all the weapons are in the house naturally I told him that would be fine, directed him where he needed to go and proceeded to walk to the far side of the room.
He came out and said he didn’t mean to wake me and I explained that I needed to get ready for work and was up anyhow. Mind you Loreena McKennit is still blaring in the background and I’m sure had I been cloaked in all black this poor bumpkin (I’ll get to that in a second) may have been led to believe I was actively participating in some odd esoteric ritual… which if you DO know me might not be far from the truth…
NOW please, if you are NOT sitting down you might want to for this next part…
He begins to fumble about with words, he again apologizes, then explains that he though “my room mate” seemed masculine and discreet according to his Gay.com profile and that he had never done anything like this. He told me he was west Virginia and that he was flying back there today (ummm flying… a whole 2-3 hour drive… oookkkaaaayyyy). Then he says “You’re his gay room mate right?”
“Yeah”
“Well look, I don’t know how all this goes but would you like a bl*w j*b?” Had I not been trained to keep my cool, and since I am not shocked by anything really anymore, I might have stood there staring at him as though he had ten heads. Who goes to hook up with one room mate, and then, after seeing that the original hook up is not going to happen, tries to upgrade to the more attractive, obviously smarter, and more exotic room mate?
“Thanks, but actually I really need to get ready for work, and I’m kinda seeing someone. I’m gonna have to decline”
He hemmed and hawed some more, asked me how to get back to Worthington (?), apologized yet again, and finally left.
I’m still kinda in shock…
How discreet is my room mate (and though this man said he was a “friend” of my room mate he consistently referred to him as “my room mate” and not by name) that he hadn’t taken or given a phone number incase this would happen…
Anyhow… good morning to me…
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