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How did my five dates in four days go? Overall, quite well. Some notes:

Thursday night So, that night was not the night. Something something "I gotta work tomorrow". He did, however, confirm that it was, in fact, a date, and said he wanted to get our dicks out the next time. We'll see. He's spending a week or so with family and working retail in December so god only knows when we'll be able to schedule that anyway.

The crazy: After a couple drinks at the first bar, we migrated up to Anvil, since it's close to his apartment. At the bar that night were:
- The guy I tried to date last year who ended up ghosting me
- The guy whose friend tried to date me and whose buddy I nailed
- The bottom-on-call from my last cocktail party
and we made out in front of all three of them.
Friday night JD did well meeting, like, EVERYBODY I know. (Seriously, like 60 guys turned out.) Fortunately one of his friends was randomly there so they could hang while I went flitting about. (At one point, one of my pals was like, "Are you sure you're on a date?") I wasn't exactly sure where things were going until he called a car and said, "We're dropping you [the friend] off and going back to Da's."

What was that like? Munching carpet came easier than I expected it to but I still found it a bit odd and I wonder if it would have been more challenging sober. He fell asleep afterwards and snuck off in the morning in order not to wake me so we never really had a chance to discuss things. Was it good for him too? Do we want to keep exploring this? Up in the air. He did send another anxiety text asking if I really wanted to keep hanging out with him and I said I did.

The crazy: About halfway through the night, we looked up and realised the Daddies were gone and had been replaced by straight people there to do karaoke. I wanted to bounce, but JD wanted to do a song by The Cramps and I stayed for moral support before moving everyone up to SoFo.
Saturday morning Lovely. There's something so reassuring about planning something fun and having it not only take place but being pretty much exactly as fun as expected and in the way expected. I really should hook up with him more than a couple times a year. Perhaps quarterly.

The crazy: None. Few of my friends are as completely drama-free.
Sunday morning What an interesting boy! On the basis of his wild family stories we've decided to rename him from "Red Beanie Rob" to "Posh Rob". We talked mostly about philosophy and he's been messaging me steadily since. This is going to be an interesting ride.

The crazy: His grandma sounds like a real piece of work. No wonder someone always ends up getting stabbed at his family Thanksgiving.
Sunday afternoon We spent a lovely four hours in bed and then another lovely hour or two at a Thai restaurant. Just a lovely sweet man who can bend his body in interesting ways. Too bad he has to live over an hour's drive away.

The crazy: His marriage sounded awful; I'm glad he's free and clear of it. Also, that has got to be one of the most harrowing series of injuries any postcoital conversation has ever brought me up to speed on.

tl;dr: Repeat potential for all of these. Dating potential? Harder to say. I think I really want to stay in "let's not put a label on it" territory before I have a better idea what these guys are about--and, equally importantly--what *I'm* about.

Oh, and in the meantime, it continues to storm. Saturday night, for instance, I met a daddy who was so hot to trot that we set a date for Sunday evening and he sexted me all day before having to cancel last minute. And Wednesday night I ran into someone we affectionately call "Big Dick Rick" who I've been trying to get with for like five years. After some mishaps (e.g. munging my phone number when inputting it into his phone) we're chatting and maybe, just maybe, something might actually happen now.