April Fool’s DATE.
It’s been nearly two weeks since the hipster Adonis sent his friend across the dance floor to solicit an increased proximity to my rhythmic gyrations. This morning, though, it looked as though we’d finally get a chance to go on a date. That, and follow through on everything I’d already told him I wanted to do once he took his shirt off again.
Around 4:00 he offered to pick me up at 6:30. Early dinner, more time for dessert. We are both working boiz.
An hour or so later I was still at my desk and had to ask for a bit more time. That was fine with him. His band mates were trying to guilt him into a spontaneous practice session, anyway. Randy and rarin’ though we both were, 8:00 seemed like a reasonablly tolerable compromise.
“Perfect! See you then,” I sent a conclusive text and smiled, giddy with the anticipation of (almost, but, let’s be real) certain sex.
My phone began to buzz. It was him. Again. Already. Huh.
“Heeey?” Genial, but evident confusion in my voice.
“April Fool’s Date!” He exclaimed. “I have a boyfriend.”
Alright, okay. It didn’t go quite like that. But the cock-deflating essence is there. At least he didn’t cackle. Although, maniacal laughter might have been preferable to, “We could just be friends…” And surely less manipulative than “…maybe romance could come later.”
“Ah, well,” you’re probably thinking. “At least he gave it a shot.”
I did. I am. I’m home now and he just called to say he’s exiting off of the 101. Might as well enjoy a good meal. Plus, he did say his boyfriend had been a “huge asshole” to him and he isn’t “sure what’s going on with that.” So…
Dessert isn’t completely off the menu, either.
I did not find this behavior funny, or entertaining in any way other than for the fact that you got a good post out of it. April Fool's DATE? Is this the flash back scene from Never Been Kissed?
~R
oh lord. gay men drive me nuts