Mission Accomplished.  And Then Some.

Well, those of you who like to pass judgment are going to get a wonderful opportunity to do so here.  However, I stand by the tagline I posted a couple nights ago (in conjunction with the new profile pic).  It's a Uvon Original Statement: I don't claim to be a good man, but I sure try to be an interesting one.

God, I can't believe I'm not making this a Protected Post.  I mean, my mother read this.  She'd deny it, of course, but I know she reads it.

This morning, for the first time ever, I played the "Where Am I And How Did I Get Here?" Game.  However, because I'm good with names, I did not play the Deluxe "And Who The Hell Is Lying Next To Me?" Edition.

The story unfolds...

I went to hydrate last night.  Now, there's a bartender there whom I think is VERY cute.  So I got there, and there's really not a large crowd yet, and the only person who is worth my eye-candy time is the bartender.  So I order a couple drinks from him, make some small talk, and then situate myself on a stool sorta close to the bar, where I can watch Cute Bartender, and also look around in case someone interesting shows up.

There are two guys standing at the bar.  Who occasionally happen to be in the way of me seeing Cute Bartender.  They are not unattractive boys, but I'm not at the "Approach Strangers And Talk To Them" level of intoxication.

I don't need to be.

One of the guys comes over to me and introduces himself.  His name is DJ.  DJ is Cute.  And we talk.  And talk.  And then he introduces me to his friend Chad.  And we talk some more.  And then he introduces me to Chad again (Chad was a forgetful boy).  And buys me a drink (always a good move - they say the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach.  For me, the quickest way is through my liver).  Then DJ and I go from the Red Room to the Blue Room.  And talk some more.  And kiss.  And talk.  And then we go for a walk.  And talk some more.  And then at some point we get in a taxi.  And talk some more.  And end up at his place.  And talk some more.  And then we pursue other activities that aren't talking, but still employ our lips.

DJ is a damned good kisser.  It was exciting; It was fun; It was passionate; It was intense.  It was kissing in a way that I hadn't had in a long time, and it was kissing in a way that I definitely needed.

We woke up this morning, and kissed some more, and talked.  And enjoyed each other.  He said that he noticed my eyes immediately when he got to hydrate, and that's how he became interested in meeting me.  DJ has beautiful eyes, too.  They are sort of greenish with nice flecks of gold in them.

I would guess it was about 9:00 this morning.  DJ had left the bed, and I was staring at the ceiling.  And the following dialogue occurred in my head...

So where are we?  I believe this would be DJ's bed.  Okay...well, that's a start.  Do we happen to know where DJ's bed is in relation to, say, our own?  Um, no.  Okay.  Do we remember how we got here?  Yes!  In a taxi!  Good!  Now, do we know how the taxi got here?  Oh...um...well, no.  *sigh*  Well, I'm sure we can get directions to the Red Line if we need them...

And, at about 11:00, he drove me home.  He said he'd shave next time we got together.  He had a few days' growth on.  It was sexy, but kinda chafing.

DJ is an investment banker from humble trailer-trash Colorado roots.  So, we can relate, I think.  I'm looking forward to seeing him again sometime. 

I did go out last night, I did have a couple drinks, I did make a friend, I did enjoy myself, and, with DJ's help, I managed to forget some of my frustrations.  All in all, the night was successful.

For now, though, I'm going to take a nap.