Once again it is Saturday night and I am waiting around for Goth Chris to emerge from his coffin or whatever dark, cobweb covered hole he has crawled into.
I have big plans for tonight. On the top of my agenda is a trip to Worst Buy so I can pick up the Ginger Snaps sequels on DVD FINALLY!
This should be followed by a field trip to the fag bar for The Heeb’s birthday party and open bar which I am hoping will include some top shelf vodkas and not just some rat piss that will have me hunched over the toilet at 6:00 am taking a second look at tonight’s dinner of cold pizza.
I am riding a high from a GOOD DATE that I went on today. Of course you know nothing about this because I have been in the habit of posting in my Live Journal lately due to the server drama on Diaryland.
I will attempt to fill you in: I got a random friendster message from some boy the other day commenting on my profile picture. An art student from Chicago who was digging my “Katamari Damacy” reference.
We messaged back and forth for a bit, dazzling each other with our collections of old school video game consoles and decided a smack-talking session of Mario Kart was in order.
So I trudged through the hellish snowstorm and met up with him today at coffeeshop on Broadway. (No, not the gay, cruisy one) We did a little record shopping at Reckless where I picked up some more random noisy girl band records. He dove into a bin of vinyl (HOT, I know) and topped it off with an NME (he’s into the Brit Pop).
We went back to my place I think I impressed him with my Panzer Dragoon games.
There was no hot man-on-man action, probably because we were at such ease chatting with each other although I’m sure the fact that I was sober helped to keep my sex drive in check.
I don’t know what else to say at this point and not sure where it’s headed.
Pro’s:
He’s cute. Skinny, but cute.
Smiths T-shirt.
Vinyl collection.
Art Student.
Watches Project Runway
Smart
Tells embarrassing stories about himself freely
Hello - the boy games!
Pretty hands
Con’s:
He’s 21
He has more video games than me (not really a con except I am an evil bastard that COVETS)
He’s shorter than me
So skinny I’m afraid my man-lovin might break him in half
He’s 21
Did I mention he’s 21?
So yeah it was nice. But I feel sort of pervy for wanting to kiss him and put my hands in my pants. I’ve never really liked younger guys before. Even when I WAS a younger guy. But I don’t know, he sort of looks like a skinhead but he’s cute and soft spoken (but not in an annoying way).
So anyway yeah. He left for work and I was left with a coffee buzz and an itch to get a drink.
So here I wait for Goth Chris, who is probably out feasting on the blood of some young schoolboy, or standing in front of the closet packing his skinny white ass into pair after pair of vinyl pants trying to find the perfect ones – you know, the ones that say “I’m easy”.
After that he will no doubt spend a good twenty minutes with the Aveda styling stick, trying to fashion his bleached-out hair until he looks like an Anime character.
All things considered he’ll probably arrive here hours after the store has closed and long past the open bar.
Luckily it’s Saturday so we have an extra hour of bar time. We may just make it in time to have a few cocktails before last call.
God that faggot gets on my nerves..