Last night I had a date.
I met this guy, let's call him, well... actually never mind, it does not matter what we call him. This guy was on Craigslist and his ad said he was looking for more than hook up. He said he wanted to really get to know someone and try to make a connection. It sounded interesting so I wrote to him. I got a reply the next morning and a few emails later I was taking a total stranger to dinner.
I met him at his condo in the city. He lives in a 7 story building in a nicer area with a gated parking garage. He gave me the code to the building and I took the elevator to his apartment. I knocked on the door and was greeted by a large black man with a nice smile. His face showed his age, (he is about my age), but he was not unattractive While he was friendly enough, I got the impression I just woken him from a nap. He offered me a drink, which I politely declined. I asked him to pick a place for dinner and he picked a burger bar across town. He offered to drive and since I didn't know where to go anyway, I agreed.
He has one of those 2-seater Mercedes with roof that folds into the trunk. I'm sure that impresses some guys. The night air was cool and dry so driving with the top down was kind of nice. We made some meaningless small talk as he drove.
Once we finally got to the restaurant, I asked that we be seated outside in their patio. Apparently, that patio (the restaurant had 3 of them) was reserved for the gay people. At the next table there were 2 guys and it took me about 0.3 seconds to determine this was a gay couple. I smiled and looked over at T as I sat down. Of course, it was not T sitting across the table, it was this other guy. My smile faded.
As we sat there, I found myself enjoying the conversation. We got beyond small talk and it became more meaningful. Dinner was good and when the bill came, I paid and we left. When got back to his building, he invited me inside. I almost didn't go, but he said there was a patio on the roof with a great view of the city skyline. So I agreed. This time I accepted the drink he offered. A lemon martini. It was very strong, but not too bad.
The view from the roof was breathtaking. Well, not Grand Canyon breathtaking, but it was really nice. We talked some more. We talked about his family and mine. He told me about some of his old boyfriends and I listened. I told him I had just ended a long term relationship. I declined to offer additional details. I didn't want to get into it with him. He didn't ask, preferring talk about himself anyway.
He finished his drink, mine was half gone and he asked if I wanted to go back inside. I agreed and we went in. It was past 11:00 at this point and he asked what I wanted to do next. I knew what he meant and I had had my fill. He was nice and all, but I was not going to get naked with him. I know that goes against some homo code, but I didn't care. I wanted to go home. I wanted to get naked but not with him.
We gave each other hugs and said how much fun we had. We agreed to do it again, without planning a date.
With that, I left and headed for my car. For most of the way home, I could not hold back my tears.
So goes my first swim in the gay dating pool.