BLOBBY'S BLOG

Tempted

Beer. The root of all evil.

Ok, beer is made with Hops, female flower cones, also known as strobiles, of the hop plant (Humulus lupulus) and not a root at all.....but I digress.

Last night I went, once again, to G2H2 - or gay guy's happy hour. Once again, I went alone because someone was working late. Once again, I was in a group of 300 gay men.

This time I knew a few more than last time - when I knew no one. There were probably a half-dozen people I knew from past lives, one being from the guy I was chatting with at the last G2H2. He introduced me to a table of men he was with. All were nice, though one guy was a little letchy with me. And D-runk! My g-d, it was 19:00. How long had you been drinking, bud? And a close talker too. A very bad combo.

But while I was at that table, I kept seeing another guy. What can I say? He was attractive - in a way I would find, but I could see that to someone else, they might pass him over on the first go-around. Let me tell you people: it's all in the nose.

Lest you think I was the only one doing the looking, think again. He was doing it right back to me - even though we were at a distance.

Now I sound like a letch - and maybe I am. But I think I was just being friendly. His name was/is Eddie. Not Edward or Ed. He had a great sense of humour or at least tolerated mine. I felt the need to mention his nose - which he immediately covered up, literally.

You know how caricature "artists" pick out your biggest flaw and accentuate it? No doubt for Eddie, it would be his schnoz. Me telling him it was a great nose probably could have come across as mocking - but honest, it wasn't.

The thing is - I didn't know where I was going with all of this. I was being friendly, but let's face it, nothing is coming from this. Nothing can, or should. To say in another place and time I wouldn't have gone for it - who can say? Who can say?

To say I did any of this because of beer would be unfair to the beer industry. They are not the root of all evil. How could they be?

As it was, I got a text message from you know who saying he was down the street and to let's have dinner. I excused myself from Eddie and told him I hoped I would see him again. ...and I hope I do.



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