So, recently I moved back to the city,where I currently reside at my brother’s; sucking on the family tit. And while I didn’t picture myself ever being 24 and homeless, needing to live with my brother and his two kids, it hasn’t all been bad.
Getting back to the city has somewhat revived me, giving life to the death – not in the zombie-way, but in the “I feel reborn” way. Here, it seems like there’s possibilities and opportunities at everything, at every corner. I’ve already been to countless literary events, gotten a job and seen friends who I’ve been away from in a long time.
But more importantly, I’ve gotten hopeful again. Here in the city I know that there’s a bigger chance at meeting eligible bachelors and possible suitors to go on a date with.
So when my friend called me the other night and asked me if I’d wanted to escort him to an intro-night set up by a gay organization, I found myself agreeing, even though I was tired from work, had to be at work at 7 AM the next day AND knowing that a jerk I’d hooked up with during the summer, would be there.
Unfortunately the night started of badly. It turned out my friend knew half of the party already. Normally this would have been a good thing, but he failed to introduce the people to me and vice versa. On top of that the conversation they had quickly turned into things I couldn’t talk about, if I was lucky enough to even be able to hear any of it. So I ended up just standing there.
When I thought we were ready to leave, my friend approached a guy he’d chatted with online and started talking to him. The dude didn’t find it appropriate to shake hands and acknowledge my existence. I know how these things work and if I had a chance I’d make eye contact with him or something, but he was fixed at my friend.
To top it off, the previously mentioned summer jerk ended up finding me even though I successfully had played hide and seek the whole night. Alas, I couldn’t escape his gaze while I was third-wheeling and the jerk managed to tap my shoulder and we chatted shortly. After this mess of a night, I went complete teenager and called my friend from the restroom and complained about my evening. I ended up yanking myself up to find my friend, pick up my jacket and leave. As I did so, I saw he was on his way out with the guy he’d approached. I was sure they were on their way out to exchange saliva, but turned out they were going to buy cigarettes. In the fresh air my status as Casper the friendly ghost seemed to be no more and we were all three able to conversate.
In the end, I ended up having a nice evening and a nice long conversation with the guy, who I found out just got accepted to a very exclusive writer’s school (which I of course envied – a lot). It all ended up giving me the courage and need to get myself out there and meet new people.
I’m ready for new adventures…