So Saturday started off with some promise. The boy from Thursday had texted me Friday about going to a bar on Saturday afternoon. Maybe this was turning into something promising. We met up around 330 to head down to McSorley's bar, which is the oldest continuously running bar in NYC. Even Abe Lincoln drank beer there. So, even though we were going to meet up with some people I did not know, I still felt it was a cool experience to go to McSorley's. We get there and there is a line. At 4pm. Awesome. This place clearly is famous. We finally get in and meet up with his friend and a giant group of people that neither of us knew. We actually have a table which is cool. When you order beers, you get 2 at a time even though you only order one. You also have a choice - light or dark beer. That is it. And the beers are cheap. So I am in heaven. After hanging out for a few hours, boy and I decide we have had enough. I tell him that I am tired and that I would like to take a nap. So we head back to my place and crawl onto the couch and start to cuddle. It has been a while since I got a good cuddle, so it was nice to have him there. After a little while on the couch, we moved to my bed so we could have a little more room. After cuddling and some enjoyable making out, we decide that we should go get some dinner. We go to my new favorite mexican restaurant, Arriba Arriba, and get some food and margaritas. While we are at the table, the boy is rubbing my leg and is all up on my piece. Could this be turning into something of substance? He keepe leaning in for kisses which is kind of annoying because I do NOT like public displays of affection. While the kisses are nice, I am like, umm, we need to stop this. So, we are eating and drinking and talking and he asks what my biggest turn off in a guy is. Without hesitating, I say smoking. I find smoking vile and it really does turn me off. He admits that he is a smoker and he is definitely trying to quit, but he still smokes occassionally. Buzzkill!! So, he goes out for a cigarette and comes back in and we are finishing up dinner. He then turns to me and says something to the effect of "I think we should just be friends". Umm, excuse me? What? You were just ALL over me at dinner and then you decide that we should just be friends. Confuse me much? I don't really understand. And while yes, it is nice to have a cute gay friend to go to the bars with, I have to say that I was taken aback. Anyway, we head over to have a drink at this bar Therapy, and I decide that I do not want to be there with him anymore. I tell him that we will still be friends, but for the night, I needed to go hang out with other people. It was a bizarre blow to my ego to get blown off. Now I know how the 20,390 boys whose hearts I have broken feel. Tragic. So, I end up taking a cab down to the LES to meet my friend Julia and some other people at a bar called Stanton Public. 5 jager bombs later, I decide to call it a night. So, this boy did not work out. But he did accomplish 2 things for me - a make out and a cuddle. And it was much needed. So, I am back on the hunt. Beware NYC ... beware.
