Choir Boy

So I typed this text to this boy I used to see... Well, actually I didn't. I just always wanted to start a blog with that line. Anyway, I typed a text to my best friend Tariq. I'd met a guy, a couple weeks back. We share a mutual friend and after a night of partying, the friend called to let me know his boy had expressed an interest in me and asked if it was okay to pass my number along. Said boy is tall and wide and solid and fine. He is also a pure sweetheart, the last of a dying breed. Had I thought he was remotely interested, I probably would have thrown myself at him in a lusty liquor-fueled fit earlier in the evening, so it's best that my bubble-vision didn't allow me to realize he was checking for me. (The Lord works in mysterious ways.) Anyway, I agreed that my number should be passed along and when I arrived at work the next morning, there was an email in my personal account wishing me a "Good Morning and Happy Wednesday."

From that Wednesday to the Wednesday two weeks later, we e-mailed all day every work day, texted in the evening, and talked on the phone for at least an hour almost every night--high school style. He went out of town to party with his friends below the Mason Dixon for weekend and he didn't forget about me during the southern debauchery. I was so busy basking in the attention of my newfound crush that it took a full 14 days until it hit me that he hadn't asked me out. Two weeks and no date?

The revelation hit me as I was logging off of my Outlook and AIM at work around 8PM. Just as I was about to get on the elevator, a text came through from Choir Boy inviting me to a party he was headed to that night with his boys in the Meatpacking District.

With his... boys?!

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