For those of you who don't know me personally, I need to give you some background on the whole 1153 saga. I haven't posted about it much (or at all) because it's still pretty fresh, and also I'm trying to attract readers, including male ones, and I know that talking about other guys when you're trying to attract guys is a BAD IDEA. Be that as it may, this is what I happen to be thinking about right this second, so I'm either going to write about this or not at all. I'll do my best to be irreverent as usual. So with no further ado...
I met 1153 a little over 4 years ago. A friend where I worked at the time had a buddy he went to high school with who was going through a divorce. Almost every day he would come into the office with stories about his friend's idiot lazy whore of a wife trying to stall the divorce that SHE asked for, mind you, so that she could live off her husband while fucking someone else for as long as possible. Chuckie tells a good story, and I laughed and laughed at the crazy woman, and at the man who, despite his wife's flagrant infidelity (she once came home drunk and told her husband "I have to go take a bath right now. I have cum in me."), was still holding out hope that she would change her mind and stop fucking firemen right in front of him. He was also apparently hoping she would get a job, learn to cook, take care of her children, clean up once in a while, and finish high school. It wasn't going well.
Chuckie had known 1153 for a long time, and they were good friends, so it hurt Chuckie's little heart that his long time buddy was being such a cuckhold about the whole thing. Chuckie, being a guy, decided the best way to help his friend get over his slutty spouse was to get him laid. One morning, Chuckie strolled into my office. "I should set you up with ," he announced. Now, Chuckie is well aware that I'm part guy, at least in my head. I like to have sex and I like to talk about sex and I like to talk about the sex that I'm having. So Chuck has full knowledge of what a nympho I am. Years later, 1153 would tell me that Chuck had told him on the phone I was sure to put out, being such a whore and all. I chose to be amused rather than offended. I like Chuck.
One day after work, Chuckie, me, and Jarhead, who also worked with us, headed over to Harpo's for some beer. 1153 was supposed to meet us there. Chuckie saw him coming and pointed him out to me through the window. I grabbed Chuck's arm and very nearly ripped his sleeve off. Walking towards us was the most beautiful man EVER. European features with Asian coloring, a flat top haircut (he's a policeman, in case you didn't pick that up from the 1153 moniker) and dressed like he just walked out of a J. Crew catalog. He sparkled. He smelled good. I ran to the bathroom to change my underwear.
We all hung out and had a nice chat, over the course of which I learned he was friendly, intelligent, and had an offbeat sense of humor. He laughed at my jokes, told us police stories, and smiled pretty. Later we all played some Golden Tee. I caught him looking at my ass a couple times. I looked at his ass more than a couple times. We drank more beer. We joked about how much I flat out fucking suck at Golden Tee. I looked at his ass some more. I was smitten.
Too soon it was time to go. We all walked out to the parking lot together and 1153 said to me "It was nice meeting you."
"Nice to meet you too," I said.
"Cool. Well, drive carefully."
WHAT??????? WHAT????? DRIVE CAREFULLY? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? How about "Can I get your number?" or "Here's my number." or "Hey, wanna go fuck?" I am so totally floored at not hearing any of these things that I don't remember to say them myself. I got in my car and drove home. Alone. Solo. By myself. Confused as all get out. I found out later that he was afraid I didn't like him (um, didn't he see me looking at his ass?) and didn't want to be too forward, seeing as how he's a nice guy. Let me tell you something: Nice guys suck. SUCK. And as it was Friday, I had to wait all the way til Monday to accost Chuck and ask him what his friend's fucking problem was.