The Dateable Dork

Dudes, I had one hell of a night on Friday night.  Get this:

Two friends and I had plans to have dinner at one of my favorite new tapas restaurants and then head over to a bar for some live music/drinks/partying/etc.  Dinner was great (sooooo delicious), and we made it over to the bar as planned.  Because we just so happened to be right near New Year’s Lips’ place (and yes, I can see your eyes rolling), I had invited him to come out and meet me for a drink, and lo and behold, he was actually up for it.  So we get to the bar, have a drink or two, and then NYL shows up and winds up hanging out with my friends and me for the entire night. 

Let me tell you: it was awesome.

Not only did NYL fit right in with my little group of friends, but he actually busted out some pretty damn good dance moves and we all wound up having a blast.  Many drinks were drunk and many booties were shaken.  About halfway through the night NYL and I started getting pretty touchy-feely on the dance floor, and when he leaned in for a kiss, I gladly took him up on the offer.  DAMN.  NYL is so hilarious – he was all “you were always a good kisser… wow…” and meanwhile I’m just about DYING from what an amazing kiss that was.  Does he really not know how good he is?  Anyway, we pretty much made out for the rest of the night, which was totally fine with my friends because they just happened to be making out with other random guys at the bar.  Win-win-win, if you ask me.  A little while later he asked if I wanted to go back to his place, and I was like, “ummm… YES.”  Score.

But the night was far from over.  It turned out that my two friends who can usually drink me under the table wound up getting REALLY sick at the end of the night.  And by “really sick” I mean “holy shit, that was more puke than I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”  It was awful.  I felt so bad, and I was actually getting pretty worried and was on the verge of calling for an ambulance because they must have been getting so ridiculously dehydrated.  Not to mention the fact that all four of us (my two sick friends AND me and NYL) were covered in puke by this point.  I must have apologized to NYL about a dozen times, but he was surprisingly a really good sport about the whole thing and even helped me pry my friends out of the bathroom and got our coats and all that good stuff.  What a nice guy, right?  I was starting to remember why I liked him in the first place.

As we’re leaving the bar, NYL looks at me, looks at my friends, looks at my puke-covered boots, and says “well, as usual for us, I guess we’ll have to reschedule for another night, huh?”  Well, you know me… I wasn’t about to pass up the invitation to go back to his place… so I asked if he would be up for waiting up for me while I took my friends home and put them to bed, and he was all “absolutely” and that was that.

Getting my friends home was quite the adventure.  It was a non-stop puke-fest the entire time.  There were many stops along the way.  Recall that it was fucking FREEZING on Friday night in New York, which made the trip home all the more agonizing.  Man, what a trip.  Don’t get me wrong – I’m more than happy to take care of these girls and love them to death (hell, they took great care of me when I got sick a few months ago) – but the whole night was just so hilarious and such a ridiculous disaster.  I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried!  Also, it was pretty awful to see my friends so sick – I had definitely never seen either of them in such a bad state before.  My heart was aching.  I hope I never see them like that again.  Anyway, I finally managed to get them both home safe and sound, and by that time it was about 3:15 in the morning.  I called NYL to see if he was still up, and he was, and so I made my way back over to his place.

He had left the door unlocked for me, and when I walked in, I could tell he had fallen asleep on the couch.  Aww, how cute.  I gently brushed the backs of my fingers against his arm, he smiled at me as he woke up, and he kissed me hello (thinking back, he always did make a point of kissing hello and goodbye – very cute).  By this point it was almost 4 in the morning, and I was completely exhausted and covered in puke, and I kind of just collapsed on the couch with the granola bar and cup of tea that magically appeared in my hands from his kitchen.  I curled up in his arms and drank my tea, and we laughed about what a huge disaster the night had turned out to be, but how it was still a pretty fucking fun time, what with all the dancing (so fun!) and making out and rocking out to the band (which was actually pretty good).

Eventually we sleepily dragged ourselves back to his bedroom, cuddled up under his comforter (it was freezing, and I was wearing a sleeveless dress), and had what I can confidently say was some damn good sex.  Sex with NYL had always been good – very good, actually – and this time was no different.  Well, I guess the difference this time was that it was kind of scandalous and casual, but at the same time, it was actually pretty sweet.  I was reminded of the following: (a) NYL is one hot piece of ass – I think he’s fucking gorgeous; (b) NYL’s tongue can do magical things; and (c) he is absolutely adorable and was smiling at me like a kid in a candy store the entire time.  I was also reminded that he has seriously intense orgasms for a guy and can really fuck the daylights out of me.  Did I mention that it was damn good sex???

Afterward I brushed my teeth and curled up with him in his bed and we finally drifted off to sleep somewhere around 5:30 in the morning.  We cuddled up all night, and his cats found their way into bed with us, and I got that snuggly warm feeling that I had always loved when I had spent the night at his place in the past.  Surrounded by warmth on a cold night, not to mention that the majority of the warmth was coming from a hot naked man.  Dude, it was awesome.  We woke up late, cuddled and chatted and made out for a few hours in bed, and I finally dragged myself out of there around noon or so.  He kissed me goodbye with a big smile on his face, and I ran my fingers through his hair and smiled back at him, and he mentioned that we should do this again sometime.  I agreed, and that was that.

I seriously had so much fun with him that night (even just rocking out with him on the dance floor – so fun!), which on one hand is great and is keeping me all warm and fuzzy as I write this a few days later, but on the other hand is so frustrating because I know full well that my strange little interactions with him are doomed.  Regardless, the night was quite a roller coaster and, if nothing else, will make a good story to tell down the road.  I just can’t help but be charmed by his adorable smile, his hilarious dance moves, his willingness to help my friends while they were essentially puking on him, and the way he was so sweet with me back at his place.  *Sigh.*

It was a good night.  : )