Buzznet Storytellers Assignment #7: First Dates

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awww yeah story time!

When I was a young lad, I was prone to wandering around all by my lonesome. One wintery day in 1997, I was somewhere having coffee when some fancy looking man decided to sit near me and strike up some conversation. I think I was reading about Army stuff and he was telling me about his brother that was a sailor or some junk.

Since I was new to having coffee, I was mega chatty because I was having what was then my second cappuccino ever in my entire life. It made me feel like this:

I can’t even really remember what we were talking about for the majority of the time but we were both doing the whole “Let’s drop vague references to things that mean you’re a friend of family” thing. It really is a lost art. I remember I kept using a lot of impersonal pronouns to describe people that I liked and I probably said something about Morrissey while he was talking about Priscilla Queen of the Desert and then we were both all:

We exchanged phone numbers upon my leaving and I had to actually call him because texting hadn’t been invented yet and I didn’t do internets back then.

Anymews, we talked for a few days and my dad thought I was talking to a lady or something and he was all super proud of me. I actually told him that I needed the car for a date and he went on about how I was becoming a man or some crap and I felt really bad because I was traipsing off to visit a man I met at a coffee shop (and thus began the many years of guilt that would later ruin me – AWESOME).

Mostly this dude and I would listen to David Bowie and watch shitty gay cinema (not pr0nz, I swear) while doing big spoon/little spoon times on cold nights. He knew from the beginning that I was leaving for the Army so I guess that made our time together extra speshul and we were pretty good at being all super cute and saying things to each other that were better than anything Hallmark could ever come up with.

It was a good time. I never spoke to him after I left so that set an awesome precident that repeats even to this day. Sometimes when I am off heading to West Hollywood, I look down the street where he used to live and wonder what that dudes name was.

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