coffee, tea...aw, to hell with the dang drinks

once i met a fine fella who invited me over after dinner to meet his dog, pete. i went. pete was a golden shepherd if i recall. or golden anyway. we didn't ooh and ahh over him too long and in short order got to mackin. later, he told me his ex girlfriend was back in the picture and i was sad for a long while cause i liked that guy a whole lot.

another time a guy asked me if i wanted to come over to watch television. if i recall, the pianist was on (holocaust flicks being an aphrodisiac, i s'pose)

now, the come-on's all about hot drinks. that is, had a date the other night on an evening i was not feeling so grand but i put on my game face, laughed just so, smiled, charmed, shared my french fries, and at the end of two drinks was semi-asked, semi-ordered, 'i think you want to invite me over for tea now.'

harumph! i did. off we went to my house and boiled no water.

in the course of events he asserted that he'd been tested recently and is clean as a whistle. that was his reason for dispensing with a condom and implicit pressure to get it on.

i wanted to ask, 'dude, have you heard of hpv? your aids test tests nothing for that shit.'

and, also i wanted to ask, 'how do you know i'm safe and am not lying if i tell you i am?'

man, the baloney some fellas pull. but they're not alone. was there a condom in my house and i said there warn't one on purpose? perhaps. perhaps. perhaps.

am trying to keep this PG. so the end of the episode remains for you to imagine.

but after the end here's what: i haven't called this guy, nor he me. and i don't expect to hear from him. despite his profession of interest in seeing me again, i got a very singleminded vibe. not hearing would be a-okay cause though the mild bossiness was amusing one time, i can imagine it fast getting long in the tooth.