sweet sweet life

sweet life... adventures with friends

I think, no, I'm sure, that Gay dates are the best dates...Went to dinner with Jimmy H. He is my favorite damaged soul, much like me, fairly guarded, but loves with a love so true it is blinding his friends who have been loyal...It was my turn to buy dinner.
Tonight we started at Brit's Pub, met his co-workers, Norm, Anne, and the owner for a glass of wine and some lively political discussion and much laughter. Then, Jim and I walked down to the Ivy Hotel, tres chic... too much so for this un-hip mama... there we had dinner in the bar and tried a yummy spiced Margarita and appetizers...delish, tho i was reminded of that commercial where they wait and wait to get into the chic restaurant and end up eating "elf food".
Then, Liam Scott, the rep for Jamisons and some other liquors, bought our dinner and then martinis made from some Stoli "elite" vodka that went down like water but a water with some indescribable sweet, piney finish. Danger Stranger...
I think he was counting on that... Liam, a nice Irish man from Belfast,, was hilarious and obvious, and very married... He vociferously delighted in the fact that i wouldn't date a married men..."fuckin' old Fashioned" still, after the rebuff, he bought the dinner and kept asking why I would "date" a gay guy, but not a married man...LOL. Invited us to Shieks for a lap dance...yikes...

Date Jimmy? LOL I'd marry him but it would be like dating my own, male self, or my brother...So we shook hands with Liam and declined his invite to join him for more cocktails at the Local.
We went to Vincent's instead, and had a lovely nightcap with Vincent James the suave barkeep and the met staf who all love Jimmy. There, Jimmy introduced me to Jean Pierre, a tres political expatriot, who bought us pommes frite with bernaise sauce and proudly showed us his hand made putter, constructed in maple and balanced so perfectly, I really wanted to golf again...We laughed and talked, and he asked me where the shop was, telling me how much he loves talking politics and that he loved coffee second only to politics,,,so sweet and so ernest and i felt flattered

So, I've decided that I will have no expectations...I will just keep an open mind and talk politics, laugh with others, appreciate the small things that are instructive,like "Obama" Jay's political fervor, the sweetness and the comfortable feel of his hand on my waist, recognizing that it was so nice to respond in a good way to kind touch...

I know I will say no to the crazy Irish married man with the super sized expense account. I will hope Jay, Obama man, pops into the shop so that we might become friends, and continue the talking... I will enjoy Jean Pierre's love of politics, golf and wood-crafting...I will imagine what the future may hold with a wide open heart and mind.
I will enjoy, explore and learn from the uncertainties of my life and still recognize that it is normal and okay that I am looking for connection, for touch, and humor as well as political passion and curiosity. I say FUCK yes...Cheers to possibility! Cheers to smart and funny men.