The Real Thing in The Stuff That's Not Interesting But Is The Most Interesting Stuff I'll Write

So I just wrote an entry about how I don't want to have sex, and even though I didn't have sex, I did meet someone with whom I wanted to have sex. It was surprising and it was a little amusing because I met him randomly and then found out he was a step in the wrong direction...

I like going out early because I like to watch people descend into a liquor haze. I randomly started talking to someone who then started bad-mouthing me to someone who then started bad-mouthing the bad-mouther back. Then the bad-mouther turned to me to bad-mouth the other guy. Myself and the third guy were laughing because the obnoxious bad-mouther had no idea what we were doing.

His name was Will and I was initially confused by his sexual orientation. He even dragged me out to the dance floor which was a pretty terrible experience... he yanked me around the dance floor like a wet rag doll. While I kept trying to get out of it, in reality, I loved every second of it. I haven't smiled or laughed so hard in a long time. There was no one else on the dance floor and everyone watched us, it was incredibly embarrassing. I felt so alive.

Will is straight.

There were subtle cues which lead me to believe otherwise. He laughed at my jokes. We had a great conversation. I forgot how much I like romantic attention. I've gotten so little of it lately. My friend David knew him and implied that with enough liquor he wouldn't be as straight as he claims to be. Seducing the drunk straight guy? That's so 2010.

I've been down that road and it doesn't end in my favor. All I can do is keep moving forward, but now I know what I've been missing... except that I know when I get the real thing, it'll be much better.