The Other Shoe Drops

Ok so now it is my turn to make a bad first impression. Rick's softball team did well enough to win a spot in the championships in Akron, OH (serious? the gay softball championships are in Akron???). Anyway he held a fundraiser at a club in town and asked me to go and support him. I said of course that I would and I asked my friend Michael, who I used to work with, to come along as he knows mister too. Michael does not drink so I had another designated driver. I am coming to realize a designated driver is a bad thing and not a good thing.

When we showed up - I was very happy in general but also a bit more so than normal because of spending a bit too much time with a large amount of Absolut. At the fund raiser I bought like a million raffle tickets (serious) and although there was like a thousand prizes (serious) I won nothing. So I bid on a date with Rick - how fun I thought! Then I got out bid on that, WTF???? At this time it dawned on my blurred mind - why bid on a date with mister I see him all the time - I am going to bid on his boyfriend as this was my first time meeting him in person - so I did. After I went on over and introduced myself. In speaking with Rick I already knew his bf was from Billerica and I used to work with his mother at the Bldg - because my world literally has the diameter of a fucking dime -- is that too strange. His mom totally remembers me too. Well thanks to my Swedish beverage indullgence I was ever MORE talkative than normal. Yadda, yadda, yadda --- the poor guy. And then I won the bid and the date with him -- oh he looked sooooo scared. I gave him a hug and kiss. We are going out on Thursday. Rick is not invited.

I guess I could have made a better impression although is it really that bad that I said, "I'm going out with your man! I am going out with your MAN!" about a hundred times (serious).