Social Obligations and the like.

Thursday night was a nightmare. The original plans for Thursday were to go shopping with Ryan after class and then go to 80's Night at the Wave down in Norfolk with Andrew (Ryan too of course). Last week when Ryan had bailed, he agreed to make it out the following Thursday. Naturally he was looking forward to it as far as I was concerned, and no clouds were in sight. I got a phone call from Ryan when I was between classes. He said he wasn't going to be able to make it out. Surprise surprise. "That's okay, just call me later." Ryan offered to still meet me out and do a little shirt shopping. I just figured Andrew and I would still be going, we'd have a remarkable time, and it'd be another legendary night. Not too long after Ryan's call, I received one from Andrew.

"I'm not going to be able to make it tonight. I was out really late last night and I slept until one today." Well, this was the last thing I wanted to hear. Thursday night was shot. I had had it. What are the chances of them BOTH canceling just hours apart for no real apparent reason? When I got out of my English class around 7PM, I sat in my car making phone calls. I called Justin from my chemistry lab group. He was playing volleyball on a church league. I called Brent. He didn't answer and the call forwarded directly to voice mail. I called Ryan, and I told him that Andrew bailed on me too. I just decided to go home since I couldn't work up any last minute plans. I didn't want to go home. I was supposed to be out having a great time, and instead, tragedy had struck.

I came home from class and changed my clothes and ate. My dad was watching Syriana in the den on that 50" THING hanging above our fireplace. I wasn't entertained. I took my laptop out of it's case and put it down on the kitchen table. I got onto the gay.com chat room and tried to see if I could find a decent guy. This guy named Brandon wrote to me. His profile mentioned something about loving deeply and about him being burned pretty bad. He was 26, pretty blue eyes, and had a goatee that was perfect. He wore a hat in his picture. He looked like a pretty butch guy. He was military, 26, and didn't live on the other side of the water (which is always a plus). I met a guy named Thomas that was 29. He was Italian, Latino, and something else. I don't remember what he was exactly, but it was the hottest combination I'd ever heard of. I also talked to a guy named Scott that lives five minutes from my house, he's 33, and a real big homebody. He just works, then comes home, strips naked, and watches TV or plays video games. Obviously the 33 year old slacker wasn't at the top of my list. He did a great job of keeping the conversation lively so I must give credit where credit is due. 

After having talked long enough to have exchanged names, occupations, likes and dislikes, and not to mention deciding whether or not these men were capable of being axe murderers, rapists, or serial killers, I decided to drop the bomb on one. I was speaking with the triple delight named Thomas. I asked him if he'd want to catch a late movie with me. He was somewhat of a homebody too. At first he protested due to the time, but after that, quickly followed up with a comment about me being rather young. It's not even worth wasting my breath. Ryan is 29 and he's my best friend. It's kind of offensive when people use my age against me. It's nothing I can really change. Thomas was very good looking. He was average in weight, borderline husky. He had black hair, an amazing five o'clock shadow, gentle eyes, and supple lips that was just full enough. He seemed like a really grounded stable guy. After I knew I wasn't going to be able to budge him, I decided to go work on Brandon. He was already starting to ask me what I had going on anyway. So I asked him if he wanted to meet me out for a movie. 

Brandon had to work at 5AM the following day (Friday) so he opted for a meeting at a bowling alley in an attached bar. I was thrilled. I got dressed quickly while talking to him on the phone for the first time. He sounded like a real down to earth man. He beat me there by a long shot. I had him meet me in the parking lot. He was a little shorter than me. I'm not really keen on that, but I'm willing to compromise. I was introduced to a whole table of people that were his friends. Everyone was friendly, even the rougher looking guys that were attached to some of Brandon's female friends. It was karaoke night in this bar. The only thing good about the entire damn place was that I could smoke inside it. We told jokes with Brandon's friends, and I smoked cigarettes uncomfortably until I loosened up some. Brandon sang a country song and did better than I would have expected. We didn't stay too long because of Brandon's next day work schedule. In the parking lot he walked me over to my car. He hugged me awkwardly and looked at me. I looked at him. Neither of us spoke so I decided to say something, "Well?" I smiled at him.

"I don't know what to do, I mean, am I supposed to ask you back to my place or am I supposed to ask when I'll see you again?" He smiled and looked down with his hands in his pockets. It was a cute gesture, YES, but also, what about me needing to be with a man? I need to be with someone who isn't just going to pussyfoot around the issue and be cutesy about this shit. I need someone who is dominant. But anyways, I said we would hang out again soon, and he walked off to his car. I got in mine, and started driving home. It was still early. I got home around 10:30PM. It was a terrible feeling to think I was almost out of the woods for the night, only to get away for a small portion of the evening. I got back online. Scott the naked couch potato immediately wrote back to me when I got back online. I chatted with him until after midnight. We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet up the next day. 

I did some astrological research on this Scott guy. He's a cancer, I'm a taurus. The cancer/taurus compatibility ranks 10 out of 10. It's quite possibly the strongest bond between all signs on the zodiac. Well, all of this stuff sounded great. Scott acted like he was the tall muscular man that I needed. Well, Friday rolled around, and let me tell you. Friday started out with work at the bank, then pilates class, but my second job was called off. I didn't have to show up. I was given a list of things to do from home or wherever. Since I had some free time, I went up to Yorktown to Michael Hickman the Salon. I had my friend Dallas color, highlight, and cut my hair. She colored it really dark and put a few fine caramel highlights throughout on the top. It turned out great. It was really stunning and was exactly what I needed. After my hair, I went over to Victoria's house to get ready for our arranged birthday dinner for her boyfriend Michael. We all gathered outside. Everyone piled into one car, and I drove separate because I knew that being stuck in Chesapeake was the last thing I needed for my Friday night. I had plans with Scott and I had every intention of keeping them. The crew finally got to the wings restaurant/bar and we ate wings. We ate hot wings, and mild wings, and suicide wings that made our lips swell and our tongues tingle. I drank a lot of water. Michael took shots and Victoria's sister Caitlin drank a cosmo. It was a decent time for a small party of us. I bailed early and booked back towards Hampton to meet up with Scott.

I asked Scott earlier on in the day to think of what he'd like to do when we met up. After much thinking, he decided there was nothing he'd rather do than hang out on the couch and do pretty much.....nothing. Disappointing for me, yes, but I figured I'd give it a shot. By the time I pulled up to Scott's apartment complex, night had already fallen. He put on clothes as I told him I was out front. I walked upstairs and he came to the door. He was wearing a tee shirt and some gym pants. I was terribly unimpressed. His smile was just as I had imagined, but he wasn't as then and rock solid as I would have imagined his physique to be. It was fine. I wouldn't have called him fat, but merely average. He was average in many ways. I guess they say opposites attract, but I really can't say I've had experience with this concept. 

Scott warmed my hands in his when I first got there. He was friendly. We watched an enormous TV that was over 60". I wasn't too entertained, and wanted to lay down. He moved over to another couch in the room and laid down. I curled up in front of him. I was comfortable until he started rubbing up on me. He started grinding and moving his hands over my body. I would never be that forward with someone on a first meeting. It just sends these horrible messages that all you want is sex, and that it doesn't matter what you look like or what your personality is like. It was rather disappointing. I didn't stay too much longer than that. I had to move his hands off of me several times. I left around eleven-ish. I called Ryan as I stood downstairs under an overhang at his complex, smoking a cigarette. It was a waste of a Friday night. Brandon had been average on Thursday, and Scott had practically been nothing but a sex-crazed bum on Friday. 

Saturday rolled around with ease and I hardly realized it had arrived. I worked in the morning. After work I went by Starbucks; I planned to get some work done on my laptop. I got there, ordered my grande skinny vanilla latte and sat down after it was ready. I opened my laptop case and pulled out my laptop. I went to open it, but it was dead. There were no outlets in sight. I closed it back up and put everything away. I sat there for a while just drinking my coffee and listening to my iPod. I watched the people. I kept my eyes on a middle aged woman with great hair who looked like she was avoiding aging pretty well. I watched a gorgeous guy pull up in a new Saab with European plates. He came in, ordered, and disappeared. I smoked a cigarette outside and left. I swung by my grandparents' house but they weren't there, so I came home. My grandparents were already at the house. I found them in the kitchen sitting at the table talking about drama revolving around my aunt and uncle. It was a messy situation, but I sat down and listened to what was said. They left and I hung out. I went to a fish fry with my parents for a while and then left to go to a dinner party. My friend Muning had been cooking all day. She made amazing home made chinese food. We had so much food! I ate a second dinner and nearly exploded. I drank a few beers and met some pretty neat people. Everyone eventually left and I got home myself close to 1AM. 

Sunday I did laundry for most of the day. I went out and met Dallas and her man Brian at the mall in Newport News. Dallas had a $10 off coupon at Victoria's Secret, so after she used that, we left and went to Barnes and Noble. I told Dallas, "I never come here. I don't buy books." Strangely enough, I hit the Sale section and picked up four books that sounded pretty good that were newer books. I also grabbed a teach-yourself-to-speed-read kind of book and headed for the register. I paid, Dallas paid, we found Brian, and we left. I drove to Norfolk to hang out with this guy named Jay. I pulled up uncomfortably to a dark house. He was on the phone with me when I pulled up. I wasn't sure it was the right place. I watched the door open but no lights were turned on. I stepped out of the car hesitantly, not daring to step any closer to the gaping darkness that was the front door. Jay stepped out and I felt a little better. He was nice. We went in and he turned on the TV. We watched a little bit of America's Next Top Model on his huge TV. He drove me to Taco Bell and I got some food. We came back, I ate, and then we watched the second Matrix movie. It was overall very uncomfortable. He was nice, but I wasn't into him at all. I left and came home after ten. 

It's been a very uneventful weekend. I've done things, but no massive reward-reaping has taken place. I'm still looking for a good man. I'm still single, and still very busy at the moment.