On a call with my friend, Ray Ray, I realized that I failed to make mention that Late Night and I were at it again. I know, I know, it sounds like a bad decision.
Here’s how it went down. Late Night sent a text, “So that’s it, I’ll never hear from you again?”
The response was calculated and it was my goal to bow out with some sort of dignity. So far we had followed my pattern: Find a guy, like him, do the sex thing and then he suddenly finds “the one” and I’m left wondering: WTF?! We hadn’t reached the point where he finds his long lost or unknown lover, but that’s the pattern.
We discussed the situation and I was blunt. I wasn’t interested in liking someone that had made it clear they were only interested in “having fun.” Having fun is apparently what we now call a hook-up. Maybe it’s more classy, or maybe it just helps us all feel a little better about having meaningless sex with people.
Then, Late Night made the revelation that changed my mind; he’s not opposed to dating. Not that this says we will at any point date, but it’s nice to know the option is there. At the same time I had to admit that I don’t even want to date, it interrupts life. My friend, Larrymore, is constantly dealing with his boyfriend’s antisocial crap – I don’t think I can handle that. It takes patience. Plus, I doubt I could have had the kind of birthday fun over the last week and a half that I did if I were dating.
The final decision is that we will keep hanging out, casually, nothing serious. Who knows if anything will come of it, but at the least we can enjoy the time being and if worse comes to worse I’ll kill Late Night and we can sacrifice him to the bartender Gods.
BTW – how appropriate is this Degree advertisement?!