balding angrily

J had a comment about that last post.  “Stop writing about pubes and your ass.  Stop writing TMI things…just write something normal,” he said.  I admit I love to write TMI things, and writing about farts and pubes is easier.  It’s easier to get a laugh.  And I’m all about doing what comes easier.  People who know me don’t accuse me of being that guy that does extra-credit homework.

So, I’m writing about him…or us.  We met on-line at PlanetOut.com.  People ask us sometimes how we met, and he pops-up with the truth.  I look down at my food and try to think of a lie or a half-truth.  “We met at Cuba Libre,” I think, my mouth already forming the words, but his words are out and my head sinks.   Even though we met on-line, I’m wary of recommending other people finding love there.  I read and hear too many stories of guys going on-line for sex only, so even though I found love it still seems unlikely.  To be technical, I didn’t find love on-line, I found Jerry on-line, and we fell in love later.

We met for the first time face-to face at Cuba Libre.  This is the half-truth that I’d like to share, the one that will not create thoughts of Craig’s List anonymous sex late night meet-ups in the asker’s mind.  The first thing I noticed about him – and I’m not saying anything too out-of-line; his friends give him hell about it all the time – were his eyes.  Jerry has really big eyes.  Someone less caring then me might even call them bug-eyes.  Also, he was wearing an outfit that didn’t accent his tall and thin frame.  He looked sloppy.  I parked my car a distance from the restaurant and walking toward the entrance saw him excitedly waving to me with those saucer eyes and that slovenly outfit.  My first thought was, “Alright, so it’s going to be one of those dates that I have to bear through thinking about how much time I have to spend with him until it’s no longer considered rude to go home and watch Spiderman for the twentieth time.”  And he cussed non-stop throughout the night.  I cuss a lot too, but not on a first meeting.  I thought that we might have a couple of uncomfortable dates and then stop calling each other.  The one good thing about that first meeting, the thing that impressed me about him, was the conversation.  If I listened past the cussing, I noticed that he was attentive to it.  He understood that the conversation, if it were to be a good one, had to have balance, that I shouldn’t dominate it and neither should he.  He asked questions about me, and I asked questions about him.  We shared equally.  This is really rare on dates, especially first dates.  So I gave him another shot.

Now, if I can I’ll get him to write about his first impression of me.  Or at least give him the chance to fire back some insults.

And yes the title of this post is true.  I take full credit.