I'll try not to giggle like a schoolgirl

Oh my, it's been a long, tiring, and emotional week.  I thin I've been spending way too much time going out and staying up late.  I've been having a lot of fun, but at the expense of my energy levels during work and at other times.  It hasn't been enough fun to make it worth that, I don't think.

On the bright side, I got a huge ego boost and ended up meeting someone.  No readers, Colorful doesn't have a boyfriend.  But Colorful does have someone delightful to chat with and hopefully spend a bit of time with.  What comes after that, who knows?  But I'm doing my best not to get too focused on (or worried about) the future.

For now, I'm gonna call this guy Fuzzy Pro, or Fuzzy for short.  He contacted me yesterday morning when he spotted me on one of the sites I frequent.  He let me know in a pretty direct way that he thought I was good looking, then asked if I had been at Manly Bar, the previous night.  I had been there with Sweet Cynic (who has been a bit of a jackass lately, but that's another, less enjoyable story) the night before, in fact.  I began flashing through my memories of the night and thought I vaguely remembers seeing Fuzzy there and asked him about it.  He indicated that he was there and had been eyeing me all night, though he was busy making plans for an event his club is planning for this weekend.

Fuzzy and I were much more casual,
but I think we were both this happy.

I want to write that again, because I love the sound of it.  He had been eyeing me all night.  Eyeing.  Me.  All.  Night.  I'm not used to being the guy getting checked out by someone else at the bar.  (In fairness, I probably don't go enough to give it sufficient opportunity to happen.)  And I'm certainly not used being the guy that the other guy keeps checking out.  That's a major ego boost right there.

(I'll also note on the petty side that I especially enjoy that this happened all under the nose of Sweet Cynic, who usually brags about how good looking he is and how he's constantly getting checked out.  Guess that night was my turn.)

So we struck up a conversation and Fuzzy ended up asking me what I was doing later in the evening.  I told him that Thursdays are usually my evening to go to dinner at Home Bar, and he said he'd drop in there later.   So I got there, got seated and started my dinner when Management comes upstairs with Fuzzy.  Fuzzy smiled at me and sat a couple tables behind me.  At first I wasn't sure it was him, so I finished my dinner.  When I finished my dinner, I checked my messages on the site and saw one from him:

Looking good, mister man.  :-)

I got up, walked over to his table, and asked to join him.  I think we must've spent an hour talking after that.  (When Management found the two of us sitting together and chatting, he was delighted.)  We talked about our respective jobs, a bit about our family histories, our growing up experiences, our sexual interests, and other topics.  I have to say that it was one of the most relaxed and easy-flowing conversations I've ever had.  Fuzzy tends to have a jovial personality, and yet a disarmingly direct and aggressive approach to life.  (He has an aggressive approach to other things, which has me both nervous and intrigued.)

We eventually went outdoors and said our goodbyes.  He encouraged me to come to his club's event at Manly Bar on Saturday, which I told him I'd be attending today.  Then we said our goodbyes.

I don't know what the future holds, but if nothing else, I hope it means another good friendship and someone I can hang out with and expand my social circles.  And if more comes of it than that, all the better.

But like I said, I'm just enjoying the fact that I got checked out at the bar and the guy liked what he saw enough that he made contact.