Archive for July 11th, 2011
Posted by One Gay at a Time in Gay Dating on July 11, 2011
That Saturday, on the way home from the lake, we stopped and picked up supplies for a bbq that night. I was making a ton of food and invited a bunch of friends and the two new roommates. They hadn’t met yet, and I thought it would be a good idea to get them together if they were going to be living together. Plus, I wanted to spend time with my man, N, and I wanted to show him off to my friends.
The one thing I have to say about my friends, besides the fact that I love them all, is they all get along with each other. No matter what computation of friends I pull together, they always seem to be able to chat amongst themselves and have a good time.
We started off with muscles for an appetizer, and they were a huge hit! Everyone loved them! We all gathered around the island in my kitchen and ate while we talked. N’s roommate was also invited that night. I had yet to meet her but heard so much about her already. I was only hoping she would like me because I knew her opinion would carry a lot of weight. She came by after a few people had already arrived and settled in. We were introduced, and I immediately knew I would get along with her. She had a spitfire personality and was very attractive. So much so, that all my male friends asked to be set up with her. I know better though. Most wouldn’t getting anywhere near her. At least not with my help.
We moved things out to the balcony while I grilled burgers for everyone. The wine and beer were flowing, and everyone was having a great time. When everyone finished eating, I started to clean up and put things away. About half way through, N came in and asked if he could help me. I thought it was very sweet and thanked him for the offer, but told him, “I got it. Go back and enjoy the party.”
When 10:30 rolled around, we started to make moves to a bar. N’s roommate had friends at the Turtle Club, so we decided to go there. We all piled in and ordered drinks. Some in the group found entertainment in the company of others, while a bunch of us stuck together in a group. I had the opportunity to talk to N’s roommate one-on-one. At one point, I asked the burning question to ask her. “Where do your other roommates thing N is all the time? Don’t they notice that he’s never sleeping there.” She told me that he spends a lot of time a the gym and they just assume he’s there all the time. We talked a little more about N and myself and I told her how much I liked him. She told me she thought I was cool and good for him. I really enjoyed getting to pull her aside and bond with her a little. She means a lot to him, and she is like his little sister.
I spent most of the night at the bar not with N. He was talking to other friends and dancing most of the night. I thought it was great. He was bonding with my friends, I was bonding with his. Our lives were becoming integrated.
Of course, we all had a lot to drink that night, but N had a little more than most. When the time came to go home, he came to my place and ordered food. We laid on the couch watching TV until he fell asleep on me once again. When the food arrived, I attempted to wake him up, but to no avail. I signed for his food, put it in the fridge and went to bed. I was a little annoyed, but what could I do. He was out like a narcolept. If he wanted to pass out on the couch again, he was going to feel uncomfortable once again the next morning…Follow @onegayatatime