Friends, Friends.
Thankfully my hangover wasn’t too much of a problem but I made myself promise that I will be more careful next time and I would at least get a friend to drop me home next time instead of taking my chance with it.
On Saturday night I went dancing again. This time it was purely fruit juice like usual. I don’t know what was wrong with me on Friday night. I called Jerry to ask if I would see him, but he had custody of his kids this weekend and so I didn’t see much of him.
The one thing unusual about this weekend was that “The Fire” was making out with Adam. It was actually very romantic to watch them. It kinda made me sad, but I also like to see the “The Fire” making out with other people. I always have. I’m not sure why. I guess I figure that if I can't have anyone then I'd at least have fun watching others. And he is always fun to watch too, the sexy thing that he is. Have I ever described him to you guys? Well, he is this central American guy, who speaks very little English. I can hardly communicate with him. Well, you dont really have to know more than "Do you wanna Dance?" in a club. He is really skinny and has a very cute smile. He is short. Almost the same height as me. I think that’s one of the reason I like him. I go for guys who are my height or around that. He looks really young and smooth. He can dance like you won’t believe. I think that’s the first thing that I liked about him in fact. He was always on the dance floor and he danced for himself and nobody else. There was a certain sense of dignity in him that very few people have. Did I mention that he can dance? He moves his hips around in this really sexy fashion that just drives me wild and he knows that. There as even the time that we both decided that we should not be more than friends and i had to pull his shirt down each time to remind him of that. What I have never figured out until today is his interest in me. “I see you very differently” is something that he said once to me when we were dancing together. But we normally always lock eyes when we look at each other. Once we even almost kissed, before we both kinda moved away. At least, I knew that I should not be doing that. I don’t know about him. Maybe his interest is simply that he can't understand why a person would not be willing to sleep with him. But I guess as long as the mystery remains, I can keep flirting and the tension of not knowing what will happen next is always a good driving factor.
But anyways, I digress. Adam is this nice guy who “The Fire” knows very well. They live very close by too. I have dropped both of them home some day. So when I saw them making out on the dance floor I wasn’t really very surprised. It was quite sweet actually. But later “The Fire” comes up to me and very hesitantly kisses me on my cheek. I promptly kiss him back and smile but keeping the body contact to a minimum. He notices that. So he asks me permission to dance near me. So I make a sign to say that he is welcome to do so. I thought that was strange since he normally asks only when we have had a disagreement. Was he feeling guilty? He does know that I don’t like him dancing with random people (I would'nt dance with him once after he had danced with someone I dont like.) , but Adam is someone who I think is a nice guy, so I don’t think I minded so much. But I guess he didn’t really know that. We both kept our body contact to minimum and after a while of awkwardness, he caught me looking at two other guys who were dancing shirtless and gave me this funny look. Then he tapped me on my shoulder and left. Was he offended? He really didn’t have a right to be. I wasn’t really sure what to make of the whole thing, but I guess the only thing I know is that I should not be over thinking this. But I guess since I am writing this down I am already thinking quite a bit about it.
Anyways, Saturday night wasn’t as bad as my Friday night. And so I reached home quite safely. On Sunday I was chatting on gay.com and happen to see one of my old friends from college. It was a surprise to find out that he was gay too. I was kinda amused. I hadn’t really thought about him being gay. I guess he then becomes the first friend make that an Indian friend, who told me that he was gay. The joys of hindsight allow me to think back and think about how I didn’t realize that at all.
I chatted with him for a while and took down his phone number. I hope I remember to call later in the week. I also called up 2 other good friends of mine. I had the pleasure of telling then that I was gay. One of them was a little skeptical and asked if I was playing joke on him. I informed him otherwise and went on with the conversation. With my other friend I actually went into the details of the story and told him from start to finish and I could tell that it wasn’t completely sinking in for him. So I kept talking to him until he was somewhat comfortable talking about the whole thing. Then I said good night and that was the end of my weekend.
Thankfully my hangover wasn’t too much of a problem but I made myself promise that I will be more careful next time and I would at least get a friend to drop me home next time instead of taking my chance with it.
On Saturday night I went dancing again. This time it was purely fruit juice like usual. I don’t know what was wrong with me on Friday night. I called Jerry to ask if I would see him, but he had custody of his kids this weekend and so I didn’t see much of him.
The one thing unusual about this weekend was that “The Fire” was making out with Adam. It was actually very romantic to watch them. It kinda made me sad, but I also like to see the “The Fire” making out with other people. I always have. I’m not sure why. I guess I figure that if I can't have anyone then I'd at least have fun watching others. And he is always fun to watch too, the sexy thing that he is. Have I ever described him to you guys? Well, he is this central American guy, who speaks very little English. I can hardly communicate with him. Well, you dont really have to know more than "Do you wanna Dance?" in a club. He is really skinny and has a very cute smile. He is short. Almost the same height as me. I think that’s one of the reason I like him. I go for guys who are my height or around that. He looks really young and smooth. He can dance like you won’t believe. I think that’s the first thing that I liked about him in fact. He was always on the dance floor and he danced for himself and nobody else. There was a certain sense of dignity in him that very few people have. Did I mention that he can dance? He moves his hips around in this really sexy fashion that just drives me wild and he knows that. There as even the time that we both decided that we should not be more than friends and i had to pull his shirt down each time to remind him of that. What I have never figured out until today is his interest in me. “I see you very differently” is something that he said once to me when we were dancing together. But we normally always lock eyes when we look at each other. Once we even almost kissed, before we both kinda moved away. At least, I knew that I should not be doing that. I don’t know about him. Maybe his interest is simply that he can't understand why a person would not be willing to sleep with him. But I guess as long as the mystery remains, I can keep flirting and the tension of not knowing what will happen next is always a good driving factor.
But anyways, I digress. Adam is this nice guy who “The Fire” knows very well. They live very close by too. I have dropped both of them home some day. So when I saw them making out on the dance floor I wasn’t really very surprised. It was quite sweet actually. But later “The Fire” comes up to me and very hesitantly kisses me on my cheek. I promptly kiss him back and smile but keeping the body contact to a minimum. He notices that. So he asks me permission to dance near me. So I make a sign to say that he is welcome to do so. I thought that was strange since he normally asks only when we have had a disagreement. Was he feeling guilty? He does know that I don’t like him dancing with random people (I would'nt dance with him once after he had danced with someone I dont like.) , but Adam is someone who I think is a nice guy, so I don’t think I minded so much. But I guess he didn’t really know that. We both kept our body contact to minimum and after a while of awkwardness, he caught me looking at two other guys who were dancing shirtless and gave me this funny look. Then he tapped me on my shoulder and left. Was he offended? He really didn’t have a right to be. I wasn’t really sure what to make of the whole thing, but I guess the only thing I know is that I should not be over thinking this. But I guess since I am writing this down I am already thinking quite a bit about it.
Anyways, Saturday night wasn’t as bad as my Friday night. And so I reached home quite safely. On Sunday I was chatting on gay.com and happen to see one of my old friends from college. It was a surprise to find out that he was gay too. I was kinda amused. I hadn’t really thought about him being gay. I guess he then becomes the first friend make that an Indian friend, who told me that he was gay. The joys of hindsight allow me to think back and think about how I didn’t realize that at all.
I chatted with him for a while and took down his phone number. I hope I remember to call later in the week. I also called up 2 other good friends of mine. I had the pleasure of telling then that I was gay. One of them was a little skeptical and asked if I was playing joke on him. I informed him otherwise and went on with the conversation. With my other friend I actually went into the details of the story and told him from start to finish and I could tell that it wasn’t completely sinking in for him. So I kept talking to him until he was somewhat comfortable talking about the whole thing. Then I said good night and that was the end of my weekend.
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