When I try to think of words to describe my evening, the ones that pop up first are 'disaster' and 'fiasco' and 'disappointment'. Where the third is probably the closest and the first two are more sensationalist, you get the drift.
Left work early to make my preparations for the evening, still merrily going along, looking forward to my evening of fun and frivolity.
Took off from my place at just the right time to get there right on time. After a minute or two, met Mr.Noshow who had gotten a bit lost. A bit wierded out by dungeon being in flatblock, but hey, go with it.
Get up there, meet the owner who shows us around. It's nuts in a surreal way. So much stuff! Exceptionally clean. Diverse. Overwhelming (cue foreshadowing background music here).
Mr.Noshow and I walk around examining everything for a bit, then he asks me to go get changed, which I do.
The evening begins down the expected path, but as time passes it's clear Mr.Noshow is perhaps agitated. (cue musical punctuation and buildup) Then perhaps stressed. (cue musical accent, increase volume) Then finally becoming paranoid and suspicious. (music swells to crescendo) After what can only amount to some okay play and a halfhearted fuck, it's clear we must end our evening. He's really freaked himself out about things.
So we get dressed and talk some more and then call the owner so we can check out and leave. Who was nothing but gracious and nice. Mr.Noshow drove me home. And that's pretty much all there is to the story.
I need to find myself a new guy. The impulse to force Mr.Aloof into a playdate now is worryingly strong.
3 comments:
DO NOT DO IT!
Be strong, resist.
Maybe I can find you a chap to play with, let me have a think. I know someone who would perfect for this sort of adventure but sadly he moved up north.
Of course, what works in both your favors is even if I wanted to, the liklihood of Mr.Aloof actually coming through is minimal.
Though he did promise me a ride on his boat....
-K
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