Apr. 22nd, 2019 12:10 pm
Flâneur de Pâques
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muckefuckFortunately, angst was not the defining emotional of my weekend, but it did take up more of it than I wanted it to. So far the new boys are chiefly a source of frustration. Butterfly In Traffic (an I'm cleffing the guitar player) did text me off and on during the week but still hasn't proposed a followup and responded to my suggestion that we "chat" over the weekend with "Cool!" and then didn't get in touch at all. I was going to poke him Sunday morning but hearing from Pasillero derailed that plan.
The other one is even more annoying. After two weeks of online flirting, I finally asked point-blank if he wanted to "bump uglies" and offered some days and times. We settled on Saturday afternoon. A couple hours beforehand, having still not received a message with his address, I texted him and got an excuse of a developing migraine and a request for a "raincheck". Still waiting for him to propose something.
I'm beginning to see why most of my single friends are so bearish on dating.
The cancellation put me in something of a sour mood. Plus the weather wasn't as fine as hoped which dampened my desire to get out. I had a couple of surprise invitations, one from a friend for drinks in the evening and a proposal for dinner from a suburban couple who were in the city. But it annoyed me to see that the drink invites had gone out over a week ago and I was just being added at the eleventh hour and the couple picked a restaurant that was barely in the city at all. So I ended up saying no to both.
In the end, my craving for human company only got me as far as the back porch because my neighbours were out there "celebrating the holiday". They offered me a toke and that was all she wrote; I hunkered down, leaving only to fetch the occasional cup of tea and fix a sad but adequate pasta dinner. Some friends came over, the conversation got in turns raunchy and theological, and it was a good time for all (until one of the guests starting having a very bad trip, but I'd turned in before then).
The next day was similar. The neighbours were cooking out and had a couple coming over they wanted me to meet. I needed to go to the store for sundries, so I cleaned up and came back with a loaf of multigrain for some belegete Brote on the back porch. About 4 p.m., I gussied up for my friend date with Nuphy and peaced out.
My worries I might be in a bad mood when I met him were unfounded, so I was able to take everything in stride, from the crowds of Cub fans, tourists, and panhandlers downtown to our supercilious server. The food at Imperial Lamian was what I'd expected--perfectly decent Chinese at twice the price it would be in Chinatown--but Nuphy enjoyed it, so that's what mattered. I managed not to burden him with any of my boy trouble and reassured myself that he's hale and hearty.
After he headed out, I spent a little time strolling near the river. I found myself across the river from the apartment of an acquaintance who wants my D, so I texted him only to find he was still on the Blue Line heading home. I also texted it tobunj, who lives practically around the corner, hoping this might spur a spontaneous invitation and when it didn't I contentedly got back on the El and came back to my needy little whiner baby.
The other one is even more annoying. After two weeks of online flirting, I finally asked point-blank if he wanted to "bump uglies" and offered some days and times. We settled on Saturday afternoon. A couple hours beforehand, having still not received a message with his address, I texted him and got an excuse of a developing migraine and a request for a "raincheck". Still waiting for him to propose something.
I'm beginning to see why most of my single friends are so bearish on dating.
The cancellation put me in something of a sour mood. Plus the weather wasn't as fine as hoped which dampened my desire to get out. I had a couple of surprise invitations, one from a friend for drinks in the evening and a proposal for dinner from a suburban couple who were in the city. But it annoyed me to see that the drink invites had gone out over a week ago and I was just being added at the eleventh hour and the couple picked a restaurant that was barely in the city at all. So I ended up saying no to both.
In the end, my craving for human company only got me as far as the back porch because my neighbours were out there "celebrating the holiday". They offered me a toke and that was all she wrote; I hunkered down, leaving only to fetch the occasional cup of tea and fix a sad but adequate pasta dinner. Some friends came over, the conversation got in turns raunchy and theological, and it was a good time for all (until one of the guests starting having a very bad trip, but I'd turned in before then).
The next day was similar. The neighbours were cooking out and had a couple coming over they wanted me to meet. I needed to go to the store for sundries, so I cleaned up and came back with a loaf of multigrain for some belegete Brote on the back porch. About 4 p.m., I gussied up for my friend date with Nuphy and peaced out.
My worries I might be in a bad mood when I met him were unfounded, so I was able to take everything in stride, from the crowds of Cub fans, tourists, and panhandlers downtown to our supercilious server. The food at Imperial Lamian was what I'd expected--perfectly decent Chinese at twice the price it would be in Chinatown--but Nuphy enjoyed it, so that's what mattered. I managed not to burden him with any of my boy trouble and reassured myself that he's hale and hearty.
After he headed out, I spent a little time strolling near the river. I found myself across the river from the apartment of an acquaintance who wants my D, so I texted him only to find he was still on the Blue Line heading home. I also texted it to
bunj, who lives practically around the corner, hoping this might spur a spontaneous invitation and when it didn't I contentedly got back on the El and came back to my needy little whiner baby.