Warning: severely long post that may contain some sickeningly cute and devilishly romantic details. If you are sensitive to other people's happiness expressed in written word, please avert your eyes from the screen. 
So as many of you may know, I'm pretty disgusted with several of the members of my sexual orientation classes (I'm looking right at you G's). I won't rewrite the whole situation, but read up on it here if you'd like a little back ground:
http://www.lpsg.org/304834-sexy-shut-down.html
However, tonight I had a really great date. And by date, I mean a date. Not one of those, "hey, we went and saw a movie now pull down your pants and lemme blow you dates." This was a very nice, formal date. Let me start with the meeting.
A friend of mine from work, who unfortunately became the target of my vented frustration at other gay men, told me about a friend of hers that was going through the same issue. He'd been out with several guys in the past and was starting to get down that there were no men left in the world that were looking to actually spend their life with another guy, not just the night. So, she suggest that we meet up. Frankly, I hated the idea of a blind date with someone I was set up with. Last time that happened I was 16 and the GIRL was atrocious (in every meaning of the word, worst 2 hours of my life XD). Being the kinda of person I am, I agreed. I figured even if we don't necessarily see eye-to-eye at least I can meet someone who is going through the same thing as myself.
At the most I was expecting to go pay for dinner, fight through an hour/hour and a half of the awkward, "So tell me about yourself," shake hands, say that we'll call and never do, and that be the end of it. Lord, I was wrong.
He had set it up to pick my up at my house, which I was perfectly fine with as gas is no cheap thing. We also agreed that we were going to wear business casual clothes, so that we didn't out dress each other (call me paranoid, but it is always a concern for me on the first date). Having no picture to go off of I stood around in my dark jeans, button down shirt and tie, and blazer, feeling like a complete idiot and staring into the my fish tanks hoping to god that by some miracle maybe the guy wouldn't show, when I got a tap on the door. I turned around, opened the door, and looked at the gentleman.
I'd been let down several time in my life but this was a new low. The guy was in his late 50's to early 60's and completely bald... except for the patch of hair the stood directly on the top of his head. The guy asked me if I were KC. I said yes, and he motioned me to follow him. Don't ask me why, but I followed. He lead me down my own drive and up the street. The thought of being escorted by this older gentleman didn't sit too well in my head, so, I finally got up the nerve to ask the question. I asked if he were Jasmin's friend that I was suppose to be meeting for a date. The guy laughed and shook his head. His exact words to me were (and I can still hear them clear as crystal), "Son, I haven't been on a date in about 30 years. I wouldn't know what to do with a fine man like yourself were I to go on one. Your date is waiting. He ask me to come get you, because he didn't want to be let down if you decided not to come."
We walked outside the gate of my sibdivision and I shit you not *boom* limo. The older gentleman opened the door next to the curb and waited for me to get in. It was at this point that I was experiencing mixed feelings. Part of me felt like Cinderella(except I'd left my glass slippers with my other blazer), and the other part of me felt like I was walking to my death. I can't tell you why I got in the limo, but I did. Empty. I was starting to feel like I was someone's play-thing, which is not a desirable sensation for the first date.I couldn't tell you exactly how we got there because I was too busy playing in the back of the limo, but somehow we managed to get to the valet at Forum Shops at Caesar's Palace (In my defense, this was the first time I'd ever been in a limo and I was going to enjoy it).
When we stopped, the older gentleman opened the door for me to get out the first thing that struck me was: "Oh god, I don't have a bill on me smaller than a $50."
I looked at the gentleman and went to explain, when someone behind me said, "Don't tip him just yet. He's not gotten you home in one piece." Judging by the way the older man chuckled, I figured the other guy knew him. I looked and there stood one of the most attractive men I have ever seen in my life. I'm not joking. He was wearing a light blue button down shirt, dark jeans and the most handsome smile I've ever seen. He shook my hand and asked if I were KC. I must have looked like a complete moron at that point because all I was think was, "whoa... you're fine"
He introduced himself as Jakob. (Spelled just like that as I later found out.) I introduced myself as KC, though feeling like I was a little defeated as he already knew my name. He asked if I were hungry and walked me into the building.
I don't need to detail the whole account of the walking through Forum Shops, so I'll skip ahead to dinner.
Apparently Jakob had made reservations at Joe's. If you don't know about Joe's I'll sum it up on a few words. Seafood, Steak, Wine, EXPENSIVE! Personally, I'm comfortable most places, but this was on place I felt way under classed to be. I had enough money to cover my meal (I'm a worry wort, nothing like getting stuck with the tab), but I don't make so much that this is a place I'd go for a meal. But for all my worrying I have to say this: this was one of the best dinners I have ever had in my life. The food was spectacular, the staff was excellent, and the atmosphere was beautiful. AAAAAAND then there I sat trying to eat seafood without looking like an absolute pig, but I digress.
We started with the typical (and ever annoying) tell me about yourself conversation. Though for some reason this time, it felt like he actually was listening rather than sitting there going through the formalities. Eventually we ended up talking about old relationships, which let me tell you sounds like the perfect topic of conversation for the first date, right? As we were getting ready to leave Jakob asked me if it were okay if he paid for my meal. I'm going to sound like a big squishy-hearted romantic, but I seriously teared up a little. As I explained it to Jakob, I'm so used to guys just doing things. Either they'd pay for themselves, or they'd just pay for both, but never ask. The fact that he asked, struck a chord with me, and I have no idea why (and for those of you concerned about my financial state, yes I let him pay). We walked around the mall and talked about everything under the sun, from sports we played and liked, to how hideous certain window displays looked, to what we expected in a relationship.
This was the point of conversation where I was worried. If you read the thread I posted earlier you know why. I looked Jakob square in the face and said, "I don't do hook-up and I won't have sex until I'm ready."
I guess I'm used to the other men I've ever dated. I was expecting some dramatic scene and I'd end up taking a cab home in a pissed off fit, BUT that didn't happen. He looked me straight in the eye and smiled. He told me that that was a very bold thing to say, and that he respected me for being honest with him up front. He then proceeded to ask what caused me to say it. After a very long discussion, it ended with his explanation as to why he would never ask me to have sex with him if I weren't ready. He also made some comments about the quality of the guys that I had dated.
Shortening up what I could write a novel about, when the limo came back to take me home I asked Jakob to ride with me home, for no other reason than because I wanted to keep talking. He actually told me no which I was a little let down by. He said he'd call me in 45 minutes to make sure I got home safely and closed the door behind me. I seriously felt like I had screwed the date up at the end. I figured I was being too pushy or something of the sort. When I got home (after tipping the limo driver whom I found out actually works for Jakob), I sat around waiting for Jakob to call. Part of me expected it to be like all the rest of the guy and that I'd never hear from him again, but after 5 minutes my phone rang.
We had another small conversation and agreed to meet up for a more casual brunch today. So wish me luck I'll keep you updated on how it goes.
I have his permission to show you guys a picture, BUT I'm withholding that until after my date this morning. Don't want to jinx myself.
So as many of you may know, I'm pretty disgusted with several of the members of my sexual orientation classes (I'm looking right at you G's). I won't rewrite the whole situation, but read up on it here if you'd like a little back ground:
http://www.lpsg.org/304834-sexy-shut-down.html
However, tonight I had a really great date. And by date, I mean a date. Not one of those, "hey, we went and saw a movie now pull down your pants and lemme blow you dates." This was a very nice, formal date. Let me start with the meeting.
A friend of mine from work, who unfortunately became the target of my vented frustration at other gay men, told me about a friend of hers that was going through the same issue. He'd been out with several guys in the past and was starting to get down that there were no men left in the world that were looking to actually spend their life with another guy, not just the night. So, she suggest that we meet up. Frankly, I hated the idea of a blind date with someone I was set up with. Last time that happened I was 16 and the GIRL was atrocious (in every meaning of the word, worst 2 hours of my life XD). Being the kinda of person I am, I agreed. I figured even if we don't necessarily see eye-to-eye at least I can meet someone who is going through the same thing as myself.
At the most I was expecting to go pay for dinner, fight through an hour/hour and a half of the awkward, "So tell me about yourself," shake hands, say that we'll call and never do, and that be the end of it. Lord, I was wrong.
He had set it up to pick my up at my house, which I was perfectly fine with as gas is no cheap thing. We also agreed that we were going to wear business casual clothes, so that we didn't out dress each other (call me paranoid, but it is always a concern for me on the first date). Having no picture to go off of I stood around in my dark jeans, button down shirt and tie, and blazer, feeling like a complete idiot and staring into the my fish tanks hoping to god that by some miracle maybe the guy wouldn't show, when I got a tap on the door. I turned around, opened the door, and looked at the gentleman.
I'd been let down several time in my life but this was a new low. The guy was in his late 50's to early 60's and completely bald... except for the patch of hair the stood directly on the top of his head. The guy asked me if I were KC. I said yes, and he motioned me to follow him. Don't ask me why, but I followed. He lead me down my own drive and up the street. The thought of being escorted by this older gentleman didn't sit too well in my head, so, I finally got up the nerve to ask the question. I asked if he were Jasmin's friend that I was suppose to be meeting for a date. The guy laughed and shook his head. His exact words to me were (and I can still hear them clear as crystal), "Son, I haven't been on a date in about 30 years. I wouldn't know what to do with a fine man like yourself were I to go on one. Your date is waiting. He ask me to come get you, because he didn't want to be let down if you decided not to come."
We walked outside the gate of my sibdivision and I shit you not *boom* limo. The older gentleman opened the door next to the curb and waited for me to get in. It was at this point that I was experiencing mixed feelings. Part of me felt like Cinderella(except I'd left my glass slippers with my other blazer), and the other part of me felt like I was walking to my death. I can't tell you why I got in the limo, but I did. Empty. I was starting to feel like I was someone's play-thing, which is not a desirable sensation for the first date.I couldn't tell you exactly how we got there because I was too busy playing in the back of the limo, but somehow we managed to get to the valet at Forum Shops at Caesar's Palace (In my defense, this was the first time I'd ever been in a limo and I was going to enjoy it).
When we stopped, the older gentleman opened the door for me to get out the first thing that struck me was: "Oh god, I don't have a bill on me smaller than a $50."
I looked at the gentleman and went to explain, when someone behind me said, "Don't tip him just yet. He's not gotten you home in one piece." Judging by the way the older man chuckled, I figured the other guy knew him. I looked and there stood one of the most attractive men I have ever seen in my life. I'm not joking. He was wearing a light blue button down shirt, dark jeans and the most handsome smile I've ever seen. He shook my hand and asked if I were KC. I must have looked like a complete moron at that point because all I was think was, "whoa... you're fine"
He introduced himself as Jakob. (Spelled just like that as I later found out.) I introduced myself as KC, though feeling like I was a little defeated as he already knew my name. He asked if I were hungry and walked me into the building.
I don't need to detail the whole account of the walking through Forum Shops, so I'll skip ahead to dinner.
Apparently Jakob had made reservations at Joe's. If you don't know about Joe's I'll sum it up on a few words. Seafood, Steak, Wine, EXPENSIVE! Personally, I'm comfortable most places, but this was on place I felt way under classed to be. I had enough money to cover my meal (I'm a worry wort, nothing like getting stuck with the tab), but I don't make so much that this is a place I'd go for a meal. But for all my worrying I have to say this: this was one of the best dinners I have ever had in my life. The food was spectacular, the staff was excellent, and the atmosphere was beautiful. AAAAAAND then there I sat trying to eat seafood without looking like an absolute pig, but I digress.
We started with the typical (and ever annoying) tell me about yourself conversation. Though for some reason this time, it felt like he actually was listening rather than sitting there going through the formalities. Eventually we ended up talking about old relationships, which let me tell you sounds like the perfect topic of conversation for the first date, right? As we were getting ready to leave Jakob asked me if it were okay if he paid for my meal. I'm going to sound like a big squishy-hearted romantic, but I seriously teared up a little. As I explained it to Jakob, I'm so used to guys just doing things. Either they'd pay for themselves, or they'd just pay for both, but never ask. The fact that he asked, struck a chord with me, and I have no idea why (and for those of you concerned about my financial state, yes I let him pay). We walked around the mall and talked about everything under the sun, from sports we played and liked, to how hideous certain window displays looked, to what we expected in a relationship.
This was the point of conversation where I was worried. If you read the thread I posted earlier you know why. I looked Jakob square in the face and said, "I don't do hook-up and I won't have sex until I'm ready."
I guess I'm used to the other men I've ever dated. I was expecting some dramatic scene and I'd end up taking a cab home in a pissed off fit, BUT that didn't happen. He looked me straight in the eye and smiled. He told me that that was a very bold thing to say, and that he respected me for being honest with him up front. He then proceeded to ask what caused me to say it. After a very long discussion, it ended with his explanation as to why he would never ask me to have sex with him if I weren't ready. He also made some comments about the quality of the guys that I had dated.
Shortening up what I could write a novel about, when the limo came back to take me home I asked Jakob to ride with me home, for no other reason than because I wanted to keep talking. He actually told me no which I was a little let down by. He said he'd call me in 45 minutes to make sure I got home safely and closed the door behind me. I seriously felt like I had screwed the date up at the end. I figured I was being too pushy or something of the sort. When I got home (after tipping the limo driver whom I found out actually works for Jakob), I sat around waiting for Jakob to call. Part of me expected it to be like all the rest of the guy and that I'd never hear from him again, but after 5 minutes my phone rang.
We had another small conversation and agreed to meet up for a more casual brunch today. So wish me luck I'll keep you updated on how it goes.
I have his permission to show you guys a picture, BUT I'm withholding that until after my date this morning. Don't want to jinx myself.
