Romance / Gay In The City - Mr. Right Part II

It was Friday night and I decided it was time to confront Mr. Oh So Right. I finally discovered his true identity. It took a lot of research and stalking to finally track him down on the trusty internet, but there he was; I finally found him. The photos posted in his online profile hardly did justice to his sexy good looks that captured my attention some weeks ago; I could barely contain my enthusiasm and somehow all of my inhibitions quickly drained from my mind. I read through his online profile, he sounded like the perfect guy, but I thought for a minute; he is online, which usually means a guy is a player, but wasn’t I also online, even if it was for the purpose of stalking him down. As if it were fate, it happened, staring me in the face was the flashing “Online Now” message. I decided to be bold and send him an instant message, my face went flush with excitement and it all became a blur after that.

We exchanged a couple of messages and email addresses; I gave him my phone number, but I was not really sure if he would call or not. I tried to put it out of my head as I lay in bed reliving the moments I saw him in Park Place. I imagined his perfect smile actually directed at me and his eyes actually focused on me. I couldn’t sleep for most of the night, I tossed and turn and I couldn’t get him out of my mind. I learned through our instant message interaction that his real name was Thomas, a very fitting name.

The next morning I overslept and made a mad dash to get to work on-time, but the dreams I about Thomas were worth the loss of sleep. In my rush to get ready and leave for work I forgot my cell phone on the counter plugged into the charger. I wanted to go back and get it, in case Thomas called, but thought better of it, I would end up checking my phone every ten minutes in anticipation of his phone call that would probably never come. Once I was at work I kept myself busy and tried to put Thomas out of my mind, but his eyes haunted me throughout the day. I finally allowed myself to call my cell phone to check voicemail, no new messages. I guess my worst thoughts were becoming a reality; he was not going to call. I decided I would work late to finish a few projects since I apparently wasn’t going to have any plans for the evening. After work I talked to a few of my co-workers in the parking lot as we made our way to our cars. I was in no hurry to return home to no boyfriend, no pets, and no message from Thomas.

I walked into the apartment, throwing my briefcase onto the chair in the living room and collapsing into the other, I was physically and mentally drained. I decided I should look for something to eat and go for a run before it got too late. I went to the kitchen to find something to eat and saw a new text message; it was probably from my friend Chad. I opened the phone and saw that it was a number I didn’t recognize; it was him, Mr. Oh So Right aka Thomas. I quickly read the message and sent a response as fast as my fingers could type on the little keypad of the phone. I kept hitting the wrong keys causing me to start over, again and again. I finally took a deep breath and tried to compose myself as I made one last attempt to respond to his text message. He responded a few minutes later, he wanted to meet me at Park Place for a drink, I almost dropped the phone, the adrenaline rushed through my body, I forgot about dinner, my exhaustion, and everything else that should have been a priority at this time of the night.

After a couple of text messages we agreed on a time to meet and I quickly showered and grabbed a banana republic t-shirt from the closet. It the most flattering or best looking piece in my wardrobe, but it was the only think I wouldn’t have to worry about ironing, I would only have twenty minutes to shower, shave, and dress. I reached for my keys on the table near the door, but they weren’t there, in my exhaustion I tossed them elsewhere in the apartment, I searched frantically for them, turning every pillow and searching every drawer. I was beginning to break into a sweat as panic set-in, if I didn’t meet him he would think I was just playing games with him, I desperately needed to find my keys or I was going to disappear into that black hole where all of the other players and teases have gone before me. In a frantic and panicked state of mind I grabbed my briefcase from the chair and there they were. I remembered dropping them into my briefcase as I entered the door.

I doused myself with my secret weapon, my Bvlgari, I put on a bit too much in my rushed state, but rather than changing clothes again I decided that the smoky bar would camouflage it anyway. I rushed from the apartment to the elevator and continued pressing the down button nervously until the elevator finally arrived. I quickly stepped in, hoping nobody would be sharing the elevator with me and have to put-up with the overpowering aroma of my cologne. As soon as the elevator opened on the first floor I rushed out of the doors with my car keys in-hand, ready to meet the man that I admired from afar for so long. I didn’t have time to be nervous or think about it, I just went into autopilot. I got another text message as I was getting in the car, he was running on Thomas time which meant he would be twenty minutes later than anticipated, that worked out perfectly, the adrenaline was starting to run out on me and the whole reality was starting to settle-in on me.

I arrived at Park Place and found an empty bar stool at the main bar, opposite the door so I could see everyone as they entered. As always, I didn’t have to wait to order a drink, Mike quickly brought my usual Bacardi & Coke as I was settling into the bar stool. Another text message from Thomas, he was almost here, I was getting more nervous than a whore in church, and I was hoping I wouldn’t begin sweating and push my antiperspirant beyond its limits. I downed the last of my cocktail and Mike quickly brought another before I could set my empty glass on the bar. My mind drifted from Thomas for a moment and I wondered if it was because I was a good tipper or I was going to Park Place a little too much. Another text message, he was just around the corner, I sent a reply asking him his poison of choice, and he replied Captain and Diet Coke. As Mike set my third cocktail on the bar I ordered a Captain &Coke as well, he looked at me bewildered and I just smiled like an idiot. The buzz was finally kicking in and I once again felt less nervous about my excursion to meet Thomas, but I kept hoping that I could live-up to the expectations he seemed to have. I was far from the cute guys that usually frequented the internet sites where I found Thomas’ profile. He was so cute, sexy, and put-together, he was going to be a bit disappointed, but I was certain he would at least be polite. All in all, if he was not really interested in talking further at least I felt better knowing it wasn’t a wasted trip for him, he got a free cocktail and wasn’t a stranger to Park Place, which was crawling with lots of cute guys this evening; I was certain he could somehow recover and move-on with his evening if he felt it was a total waste of time meeting me face-to-face.

As he entered the bar the blood rushed to my face again, Mike looked at me and grinned as Thomas rounded the bar, he was even more handsome than I remembered, maybe because usually when I saw him it was from a greater distance or I was rushing past him out the door and spilling some silly remark that he probably never heard or even gave a second thought. The moment of truth came as he stood next to me and asked if I was sure he was the guy that I said was cute a few weeks prior to this evening. I grinned and said “you’re definitely the one”. He put his arm around me and laughed. We moved to a table away from the bar so we could at least attempt to talk with some privacy, Park Place was starting to come alive as more young kids arrived and the usual trolls were working the crowd looking for prey; any weak chicken, young boy, that drank a little too much and wandered little too far from the security of his friends.

We talked and laughed, exchanging stories about our past. The evening was going well and I soon forgot myself and then it happened; I found myself babbling like I always do when I get nervous. I was talking non-stop about nothing and babbling like an idiot. I tried to stop myself, but every time my mouth opened jumbled words and meaningless sentences fell from my lips. I finally just stopped and looked at him; he seemed quite amused at my blatant nervous ramblings that were all over the place, not really making a point of any kind of conversation. Then it happened, his arm brushed against mine, that physical contact that I was missing for so long. The hair on his arms was thick, but soft and felt great against my skin. Before I could recover from the brush of his arm against mine he put his hand on my leg and clinched it hard, I almost fell off of my stool, this guy seemed to be really into me or maybe he was drunk and I was easy prey. I wasn’t really sure what the reason was, but I liked it and returned the gesture. By the end of the evening we were touching, caressing and occasionally exchanging light kisses. Was this all going too fast? This wasn’t at all what I anticipated or expected, I thought it was going to be a quick meet and greet and maybe we would form a friendship out of it. I won’t lie to myself and say that I wasn’t opposed to a more gratifying physical encounter, but for some reason I really felt I wanted more than a one night roll in the hay with Thomas, I wanted to get to know him, spend a Saturday afternoon with him just walking and talking. I wanted to get to know every facet of his personality, I wanted a real connection, and not a one – night stand that would end with polite goodbyes that always haunt you after the night is over.

It was no surprise that both of us were buzzed by the end of the evening. Since I lived close by I invited him to stay over, he gladly accepted. We spent the night in bed kissing and holding one another, it was almost everything I imagined, I did not expect to be almost blitzed when he actually spent the night, but then again, I did not expect he would be spending the night in my bed or I in his. The evening turned out great and the next morning definitely put a smile on my face, although he did rush off to get ready for his football game. I hoped I might be once again invited to the football game, but I wasn’t, the offer was withdrawn or at least not offered again; I guess it was a one-time offer that expired and was to never be repeated. As I lay there in bed, lying where he layed earlier I could still smell him on my skin and I smiled. I don’t really know if I will ever “see” him again, I would like to think I will, but at least if I don’t I know that I opened up to someone and it felt great. Maybe I am ready to start dating again and maybe I’ve learned to enjoy the journey through life and not worry so much about the little things, the “what if’s” and rejection. I could have met him a long time ago and maybe spent all of this time getting to know him instead of wondering if I would ever have the courage to speak to him. I taken a chance and it clearly paid-off…Now I wondered, would I continue to receive dividends on the investment I made. Only time would tell, but I wasn’t going to let it haunt me, I would hope for the best and throw caution to the wind.

There are risks in life and putting yourself out there doesn’t mean you have to throw your heart into it; you just have to be willing to open yourself up to people a little bit at a time. There are no guarantees that the cute guy you see across the bar will even speak to you, but he might be seeing you and thinking the same thing. It would be a travesty to never speak to that person and go through life always wondering if it might have been the connection you were looking for all along. If its not the connection you were looking for that is okay too, at least you can sleep at night knowing that your Mr. Oh So Right wasn’t at Park Place standing across the bar from you, but he may still be out there somewhere looking for you as well.

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September 12, 2007

robinDEredwine

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robinDEredwine reviewed Version 1 - Read 100%% of the Item

I believe this was your BEST installment. I particularly like how you tell this in journal style, then always give your thoughts at the end. I’m anxious to see if he calls again…and if he doesn’t…can I have his myspace account? I have a few things I’d like to tell him! O:)

Keep up the good work, and chop chop on getting the next chapter out!

:) Robin

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August 16, 2007

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Gustavus reviewed Version 5 - Read 100%% of the Item

That was very good, I haven’t read any gay romances on Urbis yet, it was refreshing. It was very well written, and it carried a good message. I really like it, you should definitely write more for this character. I’m really think you might get published, so keep writing, okay?