So, after my “eventful” date with Mr. MBA…I decide to venture off on a night of tried-and-true fun. I called Kenneth and asked him if he had already seen Transformers. Seeing as how it was only released twelve hours before I asked him, I figured that some other bimbo had not beaten me to the punch. So my Thursday evening was spent in high contrast to my Wednesday evening…laughing, joking, eating, drinking, shagging.[1]
In fact, that was the night of MJ’s death, and Kenneth and I had a talk about loneliness and how much it sucks. He even mentioned being ready to “settle down” soon. I found that statement hilarious…seeing as how he was sitting there, with me…and not with whomever he deems “settling down” material. Although, knowing him, she’s somewhere close by. See, Kenneth and I have been doing this “thing” for about three years now. Last October, his “roommate” (read: GIRLFRIEND of twelve years) died suddenly[2], and I was momentarily rendered retarded by the event. He leaned on me for emotional consolation[3], and I thought, for the blink of an eye…that he would choose me.
I’m over that now. I know better.[4]
So, I was recovering from my Match Madness and beginning to embark upon another journey…down the road to perdition! LOL! A new guy contacted me. He looked mama’s boy/latent gay/church boy on his profile. I thought that that could be what I needed…someone to anchor my free-spirited waywardness. The Latent Gay called me every day, and sometimes even TWICE a day. He often texted me while he was at work. We shared our hopes and dreams, while eagerly anticipating the climactic moment of our physical meeting.
I was nervous because Latent gay had not posted any full body shots of himself…nor did he offer. I did not have any full body shots of myself, however, I did ask Latent Gay if he wanted me to email a full body to him. He said that he didn’t care about all of that. He said the most important thing was our ability to communicate. I was beginning to like him more each day.
So…”D-Day,” we met at a central place in the city. He had to drive an hour and a half to reach the city, but he said he didn’t mind. He said he was always in the city. He even hinted at picking me up, but I told him that coming to my place would add another thirty minutes to his drive.[5] He put the activities of the evening in my hands, and I chose a place where several events were occurring at one time. There is a bowling alley/lounge, movie theater, restaurant/sports bar, and several places to eat in this one location. I told him that we could meet and then decide what to do. He was adamant about pinpointing a time and a “thing” to do, so he called me back and said The Hangover was playing at 6:30pm.
So that’s what we did. We saw a movie. With the warmth of a cactus, he gave me a hug…told me how GREAT it was to finally meet me…and that he would call once he made it home. Well, he did call, but he was not at home. I heard loud voices and music in the background. He said he made it home and had a wonderful evening.
I never heard from him again.
I went salsa dancing.
[1] In no particular order…but the shagging part was my absolute fav! J
[2] No, he did not kill her! It was a blood clot in the lung. She was only twenty-nine. Very sad.
[3] In fact, called me the day she died and had me sit with him until his parents could make it to his apartment. It was a six hour wait.
[4] But it still feels like a gigantic cleaver in the heart, regardless!
[5] Okay…so I exaggerated! I didn’t know him, and I don’t allow strangers access to the location of my home.
The Ex Factor 