Wednesday, June 08, 2005
| Dinner for Two Last night I had dinner with an absolutely amazing guy. For the purposes of this journal, let’s call him Gary. Just cuz Gary is a funny name. At least it’s a funny name to me this morning. In any case, I met up with Gary near my apartment and we went out for pizza and salad at this quaint little place near the South Street Seaport. At first I thought I was going to be the overbearing guy cuz Gary is much more reserved than me. In fact, I think it was his reserved nature that drew me in from the get go. We talked about our boyfriends, our lives, and the different aspects of our personality – details of which very few people can understand. I found Gary to be charming, a gentleman, and completely interesting. So interesting in fact that I confessed to him that I had lied about having to be at a theatre meeting by 9pm. I just didn’t know how comfortable dinner was going to be and whether or not we would get along. After an hour with him, the last thing I wanted to do was end the night early. Aside from the fact that our waitress was kind of an asshole, we had a nice meal and then went over to the South Street Seaport to watch the boats go by and talk shop. We sat on a bench together and got to know each other just a little bit more. I found his background to be fascinating and I was oddly comfortable opening up to him. I shared quite a bit about my personal life with him and at no point did I feel like I was making a mistake by doing so. It is so rare for me to meet a gay guy that is normal and cool and down to earth. So rare in fact that for a good couple of hours, I was completely smitten with Gary. Maybe it was his shy demeanor or maybe it was his intelligence and self effacing attitude. I’m not entirely sure. Usually I’m really picky when it comes to giving up my free time to people I don’t know, especially if they’ve found me through my journal. It should go without saying that I’m not exactly like the guy I portray on this website. I mean, the stories are based on truth, but in many ways, I’m very different from the Joe CuttheShit you read about. At the end of the night, I didn’t want to say goodbye to him. Gary lives near San Francisco and it will be a while before he visits NYC again. I was pretty sad to see this great new guy breeze in and out of my life so quickly, but I guess them’s the breaks. Gary walked me back to my apartment and we talked for a bit more. I hugged him goodbye and watched him get on the subway. Later on in the evening, I probably pushed the envelope a little too far with him. I called him once and texted him twice. It wasn’t so much an act of desperation as it was admitting to myself that this new friendship has many limitations. Gary lives on the other side of the country and we’re both in committed relationships, not that we would immediately fall in love or anything. It just felt good to hang out with a guy like Gary and I didn’t want it to end so abruptly. And when Joe wants something, he pretty much does what he can to get it. I have experiences like this so rarely. I meet a lot of different people in NYC and it’s always an interesting life lesson. This time, however, it was more than a lesson. It was a reminder that there are gay guys out there that are into more than just hooking up and playing the game. There are guys, like Gary, who are in control of their urges and are genuine in their intentions. I just had such a good time and I’m still thinking about it today. Definitely an evening I won’t soon forget. |
