During the 10-day partying extravaganza that happened while J & I’s best friend was visiting from England, I met and hung out with a boy twice. He’s in his third year at NYU law school, has a great body, and lives several blocks away. Good on paper… and, well, I’ll just explain…
Meeting #1: A week and 1/2 ago, on a Friday evening, the three of us embarked on a night out around our neighborhood. Instead of going to our go-to bar, we decided to give the semi-new bar on our block another try, as the first couple times weren’t too special. I lit a cigarette when we stepped out of the apartment, and since the walk is literally 1 minute, it left us hanging around outside for several minutes. Another group of smokers had finished theirs and needed to walk by us to get inside. The guy looked at my outfit and said “do you watch The Real Housewives of NYC?”, to which we all kind of laughed and I replied “no, why?”. He went on to say that my outfit looked like one that one of the women on there would wear, mainly because of my {faux} fur that I was sporting. We all kept talking until I was done, then went in the bar together. He immediately said he wanted to buy our first round- score! Free drinks after several minutes of banter? Yessss. J & our Brit ended up talking to one of the girls, and I continued talking with him and one of his friends. Not long after I joined conversation, he began talking about a trip to Vegas where he couldn’t find anyone to buy coke from… ugh. Really? I kind of zoned out for the rest of that segment, which I think he realized, because he then started asking me about my background, job, etc. 30 minutes later, we were bored with the scene, plus I had to meet up with Cornell boy (from the Fall), who was in town from Philly (that’s a whole ‘nother post in itself). We exchanged numbers and that was that. He text me shortly after saying “Hey —-, I like your style. I’d love to get together again and hear all about your job”.
Meeting #2: The next Tuesday, the three of us went out to celebrate our 2nd to last night with our Brit. I text NYU boy asking what he was up to, and after a short text convo, he met up with us at our usual bar. He seemed a little awkward at first, but maybe it’s because he was sober as opposed to the hyper/slightly sloppy way he was Friday. Maybe an hour later, him & I went to the bar on my block so he could meet up with his friends. I realize now that he was so insistent on going because his dealer was meeting him there. Anyways, I was at a round table with him and 5 others, which was okay, though at first they all looked at me like “who the hell are you?”, as they’re all close law school friends. I loathe having to break the ice like that. For whatever reason, I didn’t deem it important enough to go out of my way to strike up conversation with any of these people while he was gone, so I may have come off a bit boring. Oh well. Two somewhat sketchy looking guys walked into the bar and one of his friends leaned over to me and said “that’s his dealer, —-“. Great. I should’ve left then and there, but alas, I stayed. I did start to gather my things, which he noticed, and asked me to wait a few more minutes until he could leave with me, so I did. We walked back to my apartment, came home to J & F, talked very briefly with them, then went into my room. From there, we did a lot of talking, a whole lot of making out, and not much more beyond that. I was amazed at how great our conversation was and the depth which we spoke about things. Definitely wasn’t picturing that when I had previously considered bringing him home. We fell asleep around 4, woke up around 10 and laid around and talked. He took off about 11, after kissing me goodbye. The next day he checked in with a text, saying he hoped work was going well. He also emailed me an article about the admissions policy of the university I went to. I thought that was sweet, because it seemed like he thought of me as soon as he saw it…
Meeting #3: Yesterday, J & I were enjoying the beautiful, summer-esque weather by sitting outside at a bar for happy hour. What’s better than people-watching in the sunshine with an ice cold beer? I started checking out a guy, and after about 3.5 seconds, realized it was NYU boy, hurriedly walking somewhere with his backpack. I text him that I thought I had just seen him, and he said most likely if I was on 3rd, as he was running late to class. I didn’t text back, though got another message from him saying he was out at 8 and was I going to be doing anything? I was actually on my way to Williamsburg for two open-bar parties with my 2 fabulous gay boys, and I ended up inviting NYU boy. He declined, on account of having to study. Why did he even ask me in the first place? Several hours later, as I was x amount of free drinks deep, he told me he had changed his mind and was going to the bar on my block. I was headed back that way anyways, so I said I’d come meet for a drink. Same crowd as the 2nd time I met him, but a few people less. He looked happy to see me, bought me a drink, but shortly after I got there, was more engrossed with texting than talking to me. Annoying. He stepped outside for a cigarette, which I declined, and I began talking with one of the guys whom I’d talked to for a significant amount of time the previous encounter. Apparently we had talked about music preference then, because he told me there was a Passion Pit DJ concert at the Museum of Natural History in May and that I should go. After a few minutes of talking about that, he asked for my number, right as NYU was returning back inside. I made sure to recite it loud and clear. Once it was entered, I asked if he’d like my email address too, so we both exchanged that with each other. I’m not even positive that NYU boy realized/heard this, because he was once again texting incessantly. At the end of that round of drinks, we all headed out, and where it forked onto my street, everyone stopped and awkwardly stood around… NYU boy kissed me on the cheek and said he’d “be in touch soon” (how business-like of him). I was baffled, annoyed, but most importantly, very drunk, so I shifted my focus to getting into my building and climbing the stairs. 5 minutes later, he text me “Sorry I didn’t go back with you… didn’t want my friends thinking I’d be meeting my DD instead.” Yeah, it didn’t make sense to me either. I didn’t write anything back, but instead munched on some goldfish (fuck the drunchies), then passed out. I awoke to three texts this morning…
1st- Sry. DD time is so annoying. I hate the game back. What do you want to do?
2nd- You’re more than welcome to come over…
3rd- Damn sad you seem to have passed out. Sorry, hate how long that takes.
I was mad, but also saw the light. Would I really have wanted to take it any farther with a guy that chooses coke over hooking up? More importantly, a guy that’s completely hooked? I think not. I wasn’t going to respond, but was feeling passive aggressive and couldn’t let it slide, so I simply wrote back “Yep, was well asleep at that point.” Haven’t heard back, though I’m sure I’ll hear from him again, and if not, I know I’ll see him. Oh well.
Upside, his friend and I emailed back and forth several times today, though this guy physically isn’t my type (he’s a bit dorky). But hey, since he’s lacking in the looks department, I bet his personality is rockin’. That’s how it works, right?
Time for wine, popcorn & Friends.
