Gay Life – The Paulinator: Lights, Camera, NO Action!
All of this marriage equality talk really has increased my appetite… my sexual appetite that is. It has been a while since I’ve obsessed over a guy and I think I learned a lot from the Hot Bartender days. I’ve moved on (well, out loud I say it, but deep down, I really do want to still see if Hot Bartender and I have a shot) and recently, six months after declaring my New Year’s Resolution to date more, I finally went on my first official date… with Mr. Producer. Cute, funny and above all, nice are three words I would immediately use to describe him. While on the surface these three words are wonderful adjectives to describe another human being, sadly, they are only words and if the physical appearance does not go above and beyond these modifiers, I’m unfortunately forced to say, “let’s just be friends.”
It started out backwards, in almost a [The] Time Traveler’s Wife situation. We met at a mutual friend’s going away party, though I was well aware of who Mr. Producer was because his avatar on Facebook kept popping up in my ‘Suggested Friends’ section. That night, following the party he invited me out with his friends to Vlada. It was your typical New York night where you don’t quite know where you will wind up next. Honestly, those are my favorite evenings here in the city and I had my own personal Hell’s Kitchen tour guide. With a night cap at Vlada, we quickly headed back to Mr. Producer‘s apartment and wasted no time making out on his bed. Maybe I was a bit drunk, so my rating scale could have been a bit skewed, but I thought his kissing skills were that of an amateur. I was not very impressed, but he did do something I thought was quite gentlemanly: he said he’d like to not have sex, and would like to wait until we were both a bit sober to experience it a bit better. All right, so maybe he wasn’t all bad.
I left the following morning and headed home. We did the Facebook and number exchange and the following day I received a message asking if I would like to go to dinner with him the following week. Thinking back to my New Year’s Resolution, I said yes and figured (at the very least) we could continue on in a friendly manner. Randomly that week I ran into him, two nights before our date. He was with a friend at Therapy and invited me to sit with them. The night progressed as one would expect it would, we drank a bit, this time Mr. Producer had too much, but nevertheless we both ended up at his place and made out on his couch. It seemed that I would have to wait until the actual Fourth of July to experience any type of fireworks. What lacks in his kiss, is a sense of passion. Should I be the one to bring this up, or should I just let him find that passion with someone else?
Regardless of what I was feeling for Mr. Producer I decided to go on this date with the subtext of just being friends. I made up my mind to not go home again with him if asked. The date was a nice evening. We filled in the blanks of stories we had told each other previously (albeit in highly altered states). We got to know each other at, I feel, a nice level. It could very well be the beginning of a beautiful friendship … I think the only issue that may arise would be me asking Mr. Producer‘s friend EZontheEyes out on a date. I met EZontheEyes that initial night and only wished I could have spent the night at his place with him and his dog, who I also grew to adore that night. Obviously I’d give the situation time, because for all I know EZontheEyes doesn’t even find me attractive, though (not to sound conceited) I did get the attraction vibe that first night. So, we’ll see how this mini soap opera plays out in the coming weeks.
Tags:Dating, gay, Hell's Kitchen, The Paulinator, therapy, Vlada
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