So Bigbull29 makes it to New York and decides to have fun in Chelsea and Greenwich Village. While he couldn't make it to the New York meet 'n greet, he finally did make it this weekend. After many PMs we finally decide to get together on Sunday. All is well until Sunday morning at 4:15am when I finally get home from a party at my cousins' house and I realize I am not longer 18. To make matters worse, Sunday morning at 10:30am my main PC finally goes to the big PC Heaven somewhere near Redmond, Washington. I have got to get the data off of it and find out what happened. Sadly, the motherboard is fried. Happily, the hard drives are fine. We make plans for Monday instead.
I hop the train to get to Greenwich Village to find Bigbull29 and I'm very happy it seems that everything is going well. I look around a little and instantly spot him. Only he's much better looking than I thought he would be. :tongue: He's got dark blond hair, sky blue eyes, and while he's a big guy, he's not fat. We start gabbing and walk uptown to Chelsea to find some dinner, stopping at Crumpler to get me a manpurse as my notebook sleeve is singularly unsuited to the purpose. Turns out The Bull's a really nice guy. And I mean really friendly, charming, and easy to talk to. He's very at easy with himself and it shows as he put me at ease immediately. We do PM back and forth a bit here, but really I had no idea how he'd really be in person. Some people I know will be who they are when I meet them, others I'm not so sure and before yesterday, he was one of the ones of whom I was not so sure.
I knew Bigbull29 was a smart guy, but didn't know how smart until we started chatting each other up at dinner. We ate at Vinyl, which wasn't bad and though the spring roll appetizer was skimpy (if decent), the burgers were pretty big and cooked as ordered. The fries were really good. All through the meal we're discussing our histories, and all that ventured into theories of life in general. It was a great time!
One of the things BB promised to do was take me to The Eagle. I had never been, and having an interest in dungeons filled with leather-clad men, I took him up on the offer. So we hopped a cab and off we went to a leather bar, both of us not wearing anything remotely likely to make us look like one of the crowd. The cab pulls up, we get out and walk over to the entrance, admiring the Porsches in the dealership in front of the bar. I was a little apprehensive, but BB had been there before so no problem. Only I stopped in my tracks when I saw the sign out front. It was, ahem, "feet night." Yes, if you have a foot fetish, tonight was YOUR night at The Eagle. Needless to say, neither of us had a foot fetish.
The Eagle is a cool place. It's black everywhere, there are mats behind curtains, there are three levels including a roof deck! Any outdoor space in a Manhattan club is highly coveted and we found ourselves out on the roof deck, watching the cops fly and drive by for some reason. What was more remarkable is that we were discussing theology, religion, and history in a leather bar. There weren't a lot of guys around though. It was still early for the most part and the only "action" going on in the dimly lit corners were guys giving each other foot massages. The videos in the bar were all about foot tickling torture. Hmmm. This struck me as rather comical, but I figure that given the theme of the night, and that it was the day after Pride Week, that the lack of enthusiasm among the patrons was due to being just plain tired. This was actually really nice. I don't like loud and very crowded bars so we had a long time to continue talking about sex and sexuality, fetishes, power negotiation, and even our families. I doubt most people think about their mother when in a leather bar (unless it's, "Mother Night," I suppose), but poor BigBull29 received two calls from his mother who was upset about a crazy neighbor who had been bugging her. Being the dutiful son he was, he called his mom back. So not only were we likely the first people to discuss the concepts of grace, the universe, afterlife, and even Mother Teresa in a gay leather bar, but BigBull was likely the first man to call his mother from inside of one. :wink:
Everything ended too soon and we headed back to the village so I could hop the train back home. Things were a little dicey as west Christopher Street felt a little scary to me. I have issues with the city at night so I was probably just feeling anxious, but I managed to hop the right train and make the next, and last train of the day, which would get me to the park and ride.
Meeting Bigbull was one of the best things I've decided to do. He's fun, smart, and really, really sweet and even, dare I say it, cuddly. I'd have given him a big goodnight hug and kiss, but the sketchy guys outside the train station sent my oversensitive danger meter over to red so I refrained. I'm very happy to have really made the effort and made a new friend in the process.
I hop the train to get to Greenwich Village to find Bigbull29 and I'm very happy it seems that everything is going well. I look around a little and instantly spot him. Only he's much better looking than I thought he would be. :tongue: He's got dark blond hair, sky blue eyes, and while he's a big guy, he's not fat. We start gabbing and walk uptown to Chelsea to find some dinner, stopping at Crumpler to get me a manpurse as my notebook sleeve is singularly unsuited to the purpose. Turns out The Bull's a really nice guy. And I mean really friendly, charming, and easy to talk to. He's very at easy with himself and it shows as he put me at ease immediately. We do PM back and forth a bit here, but really I had no idea how he'd really be in person. Some people I know will be who they are when I meet them, others I'm not so sure and before yesterday, he was one of the ones of whom I was not so sure.
I knew Bigbull29 was a smart guy, but didn't know how smart until we started chatting each other up at dinner. We ate at Vinyl, which wasn't bad and though the spring roll appetizer was skimpy (if decent), the burgers were pretty big and cooked as ordered. The fries were really good. All through the meal we're discussing our histories, and all that ventured into theories of life in general. It was a great time!
One of the things BB promised to do was take me to The Eagle. I had never been, and having an interest in dungeons filled with leather-clad men, I took him up on the offer. So we hopped a cab and off we went to a leather bar, both of us not wearing anything remotely likely to make us look like one of the crowd. The cab pulls up, we get out and walk over to the entrance, admiring the Porsches in the dealership in front of the bar. I was a little apprehensive, but BB had been there before so no problem. Only I stopped in my tracks when I saw the sign out front. It was, ahem, "feet night." Yes, if you have a foot fetish, tonight was YOUR night at The Eagle. Needless to say, neither of us had a foot fetish.
The Eagle is a cool place. It's black everywhere, there are mats behind curtains, there are three levels including a roof deck! Any outdoor space in a Manhattan club is highly coveted and we found ourselves out on the roof deck, watching the cops fly and drive by for some reason. What was more remarkable is that we were discussing theology, religion, and history in a leather bar. There weren't a lot of guys around though. It was still early for the most part and the only "action" going on in the dimly lit corners were guys giving each other foot massages. The videos in the bar were all about foot tickling torture. Hmmm. This struck me as rather comical, but I figure that given the theme of the night, and that it was the day after Pride Week, that the lack of enthusiasm among the patrons was due to being just plain tired. This was actually really nice. I don't like loud and very crowded bars so we had a long time to continue talking about sex and sexuality, fetishes, power negotiation, and even our families. I doubt most people think about their mother when in a leather bar (unless it's, "Mother Night," I suppose), but poor BigBull29 received two calls from his mother who was upset about a crazy neighbor who had been bugging her. Being the dutiful son he was, he called his mom back. So not only were we likely the first people to discuss the concepts of grace, the universe, afterlife, and even Mother Teresa in a gay leather bar, but BigBull was likely the first man to call his mother from inside of one. :wink:
Everything ended too soon and we headed back to the village so I could hop the train back home. Things were a little dicey as west Christopher Street felt a little scary to me. I have issues with the city at night so I was probably just feeling anxious, but I managed to hop the right train and make the next, and last train of the day, which would get me to the park and ride.
Meeting Bigbull was one of the best things I've decided to do. He's fun, smart, and really, really sweet and even, dare I say it, cuddly. I'd have given him a big goodnight hug and kiss, but the sketchy guys outside the train station sent my oversensitive danger meter over to red so I refrained. I'm very happy to have really made the effort and made a new friend in the process.
