My best first date

God, I do not remember the last time I went on a date. It has been that long. So, it came as quite a big surprise to be asked recently.

I met this guy at the most romantic of places, a gay dance party. Let us call him M. We had a fun time dancing and flirting on the dance floor. I told him I was single, and he revealed that he was in a relationship. No problem there, as I have seen guys in relationships in the past. I have been around long enough not to aspire to be a home wrecker. All I want is to have a bit of sex and send them back to their husbands. This was different though because we met his partner outside the dance venue. He was actually very nice. They even offered me a ride home. I gave M a sweet peck outside my apartment and sent them both home.

M texted me that day, and a week after asking to meet up. My first instinct was to decline, because I did not want the complication. But he wrote me such sweet text messages that I could not refuse. We met at a cocktail bar at 7:30 pm on Wednesday in October, and did not leave till past midnight. It was the best first date I have ever had. He was handsome, sweet, funny, interesting, and we had loads of alcohol.

He told me that he and his boyfriend were in the process of breaking up. I did not really pry because I did not know what I wanted to come out of this. All I wanted was one assurance, that no half-crazed, jealous-mad queen was going to accost me in the middle of the street, and create a scene. He promised me that would not happen. We have seen each other several times since.

He is wonderful.