I'm still working on a nickname, hopefully one will come to me by the time I'm done writing this. Can't use 'the new guy' since that one's already been used.
This one is a friend of a friend that I've ran into at a couple different functions. We sent a few messages back and forth via IM, progressed to talking on the phone, and went out on a date this weekend.
He originally asked me to go out Friday night to a party. I had M that night so I countered with 'How about Saturday night?' He was OK with that, so I threw in 'Oh by the way, do you mind if we stop by my friend's graduation party?' No big deal, but here's where I should have elaborated prior to Saturday night. The graduation party was downtown in the Pearl, at a Vietnamese restaurant, for my 'best gay guy friend' friend. Needless to say, the crowd was a little on the fashionably queer side.
The other issue Saturday night, was I got sick. I ordered a drink that sounded heavenly on the menu, Vietnamese iced coffee with hazelnut vodka, kahlua, and cream. I did not think about the fact it's a really, really bad idea to drink heavy cream with a lot of alcohol on an empty stomach. I was home by 11:30. I spent the last 10 minutes of the date praying I wasn't gonna throw up in his brand new car.
Unlike cowboy, he did fine. Passed those tests. He actually passes a few of my Check Yes or No questions - does not drive a truck, does not kill furry creatures for fun, does not hang dead animals on his walls... this is progress.
Don't know about some of the other questions though (see questions 6 and 7). Which means I have no idea if he's boxers, briefs, or boxer briefs kinda guy. However, even with all the challenges of Saturday night, he says he wants to take me out again.
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