Date # 18: True Religion
After much rescheduling on my part, we finally met up at Lolita Bar in the LES. I knew it was him since he made a face at me. He had a funny laugh, which made me laugh harder. As he was spurring me on, I told him I had a huge vagina. Gotta love a man who either gets when I’m joking, or straight up doesn’t care.
He had on a super cool True Religion Western-style snap front shirt with trapunto stitching. I asked to borrow it so my place of business could knock it off. He agreed.
This guy was cool.
He said he thought the date was going well, which took me a little aback because I had yet to get my drink.
FINALLY I got my damn bubbly. I told him that I had celebrated my 30th birthday at that bar. He said I already told him that.
I’m old. I repeat myself.
I didn’t tell him that I had also been there before that to see a show, where I ended up kissing a 20 year old. This was 4 ½ years ago, but still, I’m a pervy old bag. I assumed he was 21 at least. How would I have known he had snuck in? I was new to town, and he told me he had never been kissed.
That move works, fellows.
Anyway…Back to the date. We chilled, we laughed. He has a place on Fire Island, which he promised to take the dog and myself to, even if the date thing doesn’t work out.
All in all, he was mad cool. I had a good time. It also takes a lot of pressure off when someone offers to be friends. I meet so many cool people, but they typically don’t want anything to do with me once they know I ain’t putting out.
Or they want nothing to do with me AFTER I put out.
We both had to rush off for other engagements, and he kissed me goodbye. He told me I was a good kisser. I responded with something obnoxious like “Yeah, I KNOW.”
I celebrated my 30th birthday at that bar.
