Archive for June 28th, 2011

High Times

Sunday passed, and I hadn’t seen my new neighbor friend. This was a good thing however, because I didn’t want him to tire of seeing me already. Sometimes I can be a bit much, believe it or not (if you couldn’t already tell from my blog posts). So, a little time apart would hopefully help him realize I’m quite a catch.

Monday, however, was his birthday. Without knowing this, on Sunday I asked him if we could go out to dinner. His response was, “What? Like a date?”

I said, “Maybe. Call it what you want, but I was to see you again.” He informed me it was his birthday, and he would most likely be going out to dinner with his roommates. I was very disappointed, but I wasn’t unreasonable. He met me twice before that. I doubt I was birthday worthy yet.

There was a glimmer of hope, however — a silver lining. He said if it wasn’t too late, he would stop by afterwards. I didn’t want to get my hopes up. Chances were they would make it a late night celebrating.

When I got a text message telling me he was coming by, I was delighted. He followed it up by asking if I smoke. I informed him of my recreational habit since my college days, so he said he would bring over supplies.

I was thrilled when he arrived. I threw my arms around him and give him a big ol’ birthday kiss. We sat on the couch, him in my arms, telling me about dinner and the one roommate who failed to attend due to lack of interest.

I noticed earlier in the day his Grindr status mentioned his birthday. I joked with him then that he was going to get a ton of b.j. offers, as I did a few weeks earlier on my birthday. I asked him if it produced any results since. He responded, with a look of defeat, “Nope. Not a single offer.” I felt guilty like I delivered a blow to his self-esteem, so at that point, I mad an offer. I insisted he would get the best b.j. of his life.

We went out on my balcony and smoked. We relaxed next to each other on my outdoor loveseat. We talked about life and other random things I can’t quite remember. When we were ready to go back inside, I scooped us a bowl of peanut butter ripple ice cream to share. By the time we were scraping the bottom of the bowl life ravenous animals, my hand was in his crotch getting him excited for his birthday present.

We moved things to the bedroom. I wanted to make sure he had a happy ending to his birthday. And he did… At least from the noises and sounds coming out of his mouth. This was shaping up to be a beautiful friendship…


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