So a few weeks ago I was out with my British neighbor, who incidentally is still working away at the chick from a few weeks ago, have a few pitchers when suddenly we start talking to these guys next to us.
We were talking Final 4 and regular guy stuff - including of course our failed marriages and miserable lives.
At the end of the night, he gives me his phone number. I didn't want to seem desperate, so I waited a few days until I called him...
When I did call him, we talked the usual crap, we asked where each other worked etc. We then made tentative plans for later in the week.
A few days later I called him to see if maybe he wanted to grab some lunch. To which he replied, "We eat here in the office, how about dinner?"
Um... hmmm... you see, lunch is a casual sort of thing. Unless you're wearing a suit and tie, have a calculator and briefcase, two guys shouldn't go for dinner.
Now inevitably I'll get emails accusing me of being an ass and a homophobe, blah blah - so let me explain, this is all in the context of just meeting the guy. If he is gay (not that's there's anything wrong with that) then I certainly don't want to be in a position to have to say, "sorry buddy, now put the little bo peep outfit away."
I don't think he's gay, if he is, that's cool, I just feel like I have then met him under false pretenses. I just want to meet a couple of guy friends. Sure I have a few now, but they're married, have kids blah blah...
As it turns out, it's one of those, 'yeah let's hook up, but never do kind of relationships'. A relationship where their answering machine is your best friend; you can leave your message, fulfill your obligation of calling without having to speak with them. We never madie it to dinner - but there's always next time...
