Date Nite

I had a date on Saturday night--- but first let me tell you about 'game night' on Friday.

My friends here in NC occasionally host what we call "game nights". The primary purpose of game night is to get together and have laughs and drink and generally make fools out of ourselves playing party-time board games. The second (and more insidious) purpose of game night I am convinced is to give couples a great way of showing off their coupledom to their single friends... AND to create a social activity away from 'the bars'.

At said game night were the following people: BillnAustin (the hosts), StephanienGreg, RobnJonathan, FranknLarry, and Narissa and of course me. Narissa and I naturally get paired together on teams because we are single. I love her- as she is a sarcastic, smart, competitive, trash-talking (yet in a nice way), heavyset, heterosexual black girl (aka fag hag).

While playing the games and watching all of the (cr)happy couples I suddenly realized that I am the gay equivalent of a fag hag. Fun, and nice enough, but always single. What the hell am I called-- fag stag? fag gag??

Game night was fun, but also a bit depressing as everyone left in their respective coupleness to go do couple things.

Anyway...

So I got online and whored a bit that night after I got home. And online was a very nice guy with whom I started a chat. My age, stocky build, published music composer (wow!), likes rollercoasters, midwestern breeding stock, well educated, etc. Pretty interesting bait, so I bit.

Naturally he's from Michigan and only visiting.

We actually did the "phone test" that night and chatted for over an hour about a whole myriad of things-- not just sex stuff. We agreed to meet on saturday evening after he had finished work. Sushi was had (what better way for two fags to start a date than to put raw fish in their mouths), beer was had, and then I took him back to my place.

He shared some of his music with me (contemporary vocal stuff-- christian bent, but also classical in a way, i liked it) and I got up the nerve to share my music with him. He was insanely helpful by actually studying my scores and offering suggestions on percussion scoring/writing, notation things, and he also had ideas about possible things to add. He actually listened to it as someone who is a composer and who has studied film scoring as USC and stuff.

Then we shagged.

Well, not 'shagged' per se, but we made out with some 'lower' making out. But not much happened all things considered. He was tired. I was tired. We then watched "Night Listener"--which was kind of a freaky movie-- and then he left to go back to his friend's house where he was staying. At this point, I know he's on a plane back to Michigan.

A good date, but no future, which is fairly usual for me. We agreed to keep in touch, and I think it is a good thing for me to actually know a published composer- and not just for the free advice either. But mostly for the free advice.

Now its Sunday, and I'm back to being a 'fag gag'.