Monday would pass by and I would not see Smiles. As was typical with Mondays, he had to work an event, so we wouldn’t spend the night together.

Monday I reached out to him to ask if he wanted to see the newest Twilight movie after watching the third together. I also have free passes to the movies in Hoboken because my friend lets me use his discount card on free movie Tuesdays. He was interested, so we made plans to see the movie.

When Tuesday arrived, he asked me if I minded putting the movie off until later and seeing it in the city. His friend was doing a gallery showing in Brooklyn, and he wanted to go out and support him. I was fine with this. The only thing it meant was the movie wouldn’t be free anymore.

When I finished work, I made my way down to his apartment. As I walked to his place from the subway, I called him to see if I could get him anything at the Starbucks a block from his apartment. He told me he would just meet me there. I placed my order and played on Twitter while I waited for him to arrive and get his coffee.

We walked to the subway while we talked about our days since we last saw each other. Luckily, the subway ride out to Brooklyn wasn’t too long because the train was packed. We spent most of the ride not even standing next to each other.

When we got above ground, he told me he needed to make a phone call for work and asked if I could find our way to the place. I pulled up the map on my phone and pulled him around while he talked to someone else. I wasn’t exactly thrilled with this, but I dealt with it. A few blocks before the place, he finally hung up and explained what it was all about.

When we arrived, we made our way to the back of the bar where his friend was showing his photographs. He gave his friend a big hug. Then, as he turned to me, words that felt like daggers came out of his mouth: “This is my friend, [OneGay AtaTime].” I wonder if my expression gave away my pain.

We’d been seeing each other for two and a half months at this point. He’d referred to me as the guy he was dating previously. Why now was I just a friend? I would have been happy without the descriptor. He could have just used my name. From then on, I was a little turned off. I began to analyze our relationship a bit. I looked back at a lot of our interactions with a fine tooth comb.

I was shying away from the boyfriend term because I’d had bad pervious history with it, but it was a term I wanted to use. It seemed he was avoiding using even the phrase dating. Was I getting ahead of myself, or was he way behind?

He bought me a drink at the bar, and we walked around with the photographer as he described his process. I was still distracted by my own thoughts.

When we sat down for a bit, and man approached and asked how we knew the photographer. Smiles described how he is an old friend from work projects and how he took pictures at his birthday gathering. The man explained his relation and told us what he did for a living. Smiles and he got into a long discussion about production. I sat quietly by, nodding my head. I didn’t have much to contribute to the conversation.

When Smiles tired of the man, he used me as an excuse. “I’ve gotta get this guy some food, or he’s gonna kill me,” he said. He told his friend we were heading out to get dinner, and I said goodbye.

As we walked back to the subway, Smiles b*tched about the conversation he had with the man. It was getting into a bit of a p*ssing contest towards the end. Then, he realized he needed to call someone else about the work project, so he was on the phone the entire walk back to the train once again.

I was feeling pretty unappreciated to begin with, but this was really getting to me. Why was I with him? He should have just canceled on me. I was still analyzing our relationship over the past two and a half months as I always do, and I wasn’t thrilled with the results.

We made our way back into the city and debated whether we would grab quick dinner and still try to catch the movie or just go for dinner. We wouldn’t decide until we were above ground and checking out showtimes for the movie…

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  1. #1 by Absolute Value on January 17, 2012 - 12:54 PM

    The telephone episode remind me of what happened between you and one of your exes. He spent 30 mns on the phone while you were on a date. I think it was N. Right?

    I am giving you a hug and since your blog entries are delayed, I hope you are feeling better by now.

    Can you do at least 2 entries when you update? Always looking forward to read your story.

  2. #2 by One Gay at a Time on January 17, 2012 - 4:42 PM

    Thanks for the love dude. I won’t lie… It was a rough night I wanted to bail on many times. Tough for me to stand there and take disrespect like that. Not sure why I bit my tongue. Not my style to do so.

    I’ve written a lot of the blog entries, and I may do a fast-forward day periodically to get closer to real time. Keep an eye out for new things in the future!

  3. #3 by GL Gay Single guy (@GLGaySingleguy) on January 18, 2012 - 2:21 AM

    What an emotion evoked story. Look at the line you wrote “Was I getting ahead of myself, or was he way behind?” – it’s lines like that that keep me coming back here. Thanks for sharing your story.

  4. #4 by bking84 on January 18, 2012 - 2:14 PM

    I am addicted to your blog man! If Smiles doesn’t smarten up I’ll come from Canada to take you a proper date,no phone calls, no bullshit 🙂

    • #5 by One Gay at a Time on January 18, 2012 - 4:07 PM

      Stoked you’re enjoying it so much! I may just have to let you take me out for a proper date! 😉

  5. #6 by bking84 on January 25, 2012 - 6:16 PM

    haha well then! I do live in Toronto, but I do need an excuse to visit NYC!!!

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