Boy Meets Boy
I usually find myself at the gay bar on Friday nights laying my head on the table in utter boredom. One night, I was hanging out with friends when this really hot guy started walking my way. We did that whole awkward walk/dance where you don’t know who is turning which direction. We both laughed and smiled and began talking and exchanged numbers. We met up for dinner the next night and he asked me why I had been ignoring his calls. At this point I was a little lost. His tone turned very nasty and I still had no idea what he was talking about. He grabbed his drink and tossed it in my face in front of a packed restaurant as he stormed out. I was furious, not because I was just embarrassed in public, but because he just ruined the new Marc Jacobs shirt that I just bought. With rum and Coke dripping off my face I got up and tripped on the foot of the chair. The whole restaurant watched as I shook it off and said I was okay. Months later, he apologized for having confused me with someone else.
