DROPPING DIGITS

Back in April, when I was still dating PD Boy we went to the "gay sports bar" one lazy Sunday afternoon to watch the Cubs game (guess who's idea that was). Sitting near us was an older guy who, like myself, is a huge Cubs fan. The three of us hit it off and exchanged numbers. Every once in a awhile this older guy calls me up and ask me if I want to meet up to watch a game, such as the previous Wednesday night.

I wasn't planning on going out that night but my apartment was hotter than shit and I couldn't sit there and sweat all night, so I took him up on his offer and met up with him. Since it had been at least 4 months since the last time we hung out we had a lot of catching up to do. Also, the Cubs were kicking some serious ass, and we both were really enjoying watching the game, whereas the balance of the homos were all about the tennis match that was on (Andy Roddick and...some other guy I think).

Sitting next to older Cubs fan/friend was a younger, moderatly cute guy. I only noticed him when this other man bought him a drink, and moderatly cute guy wen to thank him. Poor kid was nearly jumped by this guy who, if I heard correctly invited him back to his pace. Word to the wise, at least ask the guy his NAME first before inviting him over. Jeez, a bit aggressive, no? Later on I noted the glass cup filled with business cards for the bar we were at and little pencils. I asked older Cubs fan/friend what they were for, but before he answered I realized, "duh, you're in a fucking gay bar dude". Obviously, the cards and pencils exist to write people's numbers down and/or give your number out.

As the night wore on, and Blue Moon infultrated my blood stream, moderatly cute guy became more attractive, and not because of "beer googles". Turns out he's a student at the same college I went to, and he's into photography. Needless to say, we had a lot to talk about. He seemed like the type of guy that is real quiet and shy at first but opens up after you get him talking.

The three of us shot some pool, ate some food and drank more beer. Right before the college guy was going to take off I pulled out one of those business cards, scribbled my name on it and sauvly gave it to him before he left. Now, I realize this sounds like I'm trying to get in his pants. I am not. I am sincerely trying to become friends (just friends, i.e., no fooling around) with more gay guys, and this one fit the bill rather well. We traded a few texts and might hang out again soon, which would be cool.

In other news, I am going to ROCK THE FUCK OUT tonight! The British band "Bloc Party" is kicking off their North American tour at...a Block Party! Woot-woot! Chicago = The Shit yo! Thus far I am flying solo since the only other person interested in going lives in Utah (you know who you are...oh, and in your face motherfuckah). Should be fun and even better, there should be some hotties with good taste in music there.

One last thing...Jay beat me to it but I should have time later today or tomorrow to weigh in on his visit to the Windy City. I'm still not sure how I didn't pop a hip or blow out a knee while dancing with him at a gay club, but I am intact.

Happy Friday!