She's a snooty little cutie She's a pert little skirt...

Allow me to tell you a story.  Let's go back to the mid-90's.  I'm going to the local gay bar every Saturday night, drinking, socializing, and dancing my sweaty ass off.  I have many friends there and everyone was generally friendly.  Oh, there were those guys there were CLEARLY out of my league, but they still smiled and said hi.  There were a few who wouldn't though.  And one of these was a rather attrative guy about my age, who was also a drag queen in shows.  I'd try to be friendly, like if we're both waiting at the bar for a drink, I'd smile and say hi...and get blatantly ignored by this guy.  And his friends.  So I thought, "whatever, you stuck up bitchy drama queen.  It's clearly a bigger loss for you than it is for me."  And went on about my business having fun.  I didn't let it bother me.

A few years later, one night after the bar closed, I made my way to the 24 hour adult bookstore that was about 2 blocks away.  The back part of it had a hallway with booths that showed pornos, and some of them had glory holes in between.  I was there with a friend and we were talking and joking with the other guys milling about.  Then, the cute snooty guy I mentioned aboved, shows up with some friends.  They were drunk, but still only really socializing amongst themselves.

I ended up going into a booth to watch some videos.  It wasnt too much longer after that that the door opened (I didn't lock it in case someone wanted to join me) and shut the door.  It was cute snooty guy.  I thought to myself that, since he obviously thought he was better than me, he wasexpecting me to blow him.  Which I frankly had no problem doing.  But to my surprise, he dropped to his knees, took hold of lil Polt (who was already out and ready) and took care of me.  Then he stood up and left.  I thought the whole thing bizarre, but didn't complain.  And then the next Saturday night, I tried to talk to him and got the cold shoulder, just like I always had.  Again, i thought it more his loss than mine.

Fast forward to a littel under ten years ago.  I'm working at Borders part time, and I'm the token gay.  That's what I call myself, and it's cool, cause I am, acutally, the only gay working there.  SO one Friday I go in to work and am told, excitedly, by at least three coworkers on seperate occasions that they've hired another gay guy!  And a female coworker tells me he's even cute.  Which i found funny, because OBVIOUSLY since we're both gay, that means we're gonna be a couple, which seemed to be what they were hoping for.  BUt when I met him later that night, it turned out to be...wait for it...cute snooty guy.  I don't think he remembered our bookstore encounter, nor did he remember me from the bar.  But he was still snooty.  And since he worked mostly during the week and I only worked Friday nights and Sunday mornings, we didn't really have any contact.  And after only a few months, he quit anyway.

Now, fast forward to last week.  I start talking to this guy online.  We decide that last Thursday, after I get off work, I'm gonna stop by his place and we're gonna see what happens.  And the night before, we finally decide to exchange face pics.  Which we do. And yes, of course, it's cute snooty guy, who's name is Sean.  I told him we worked at Borders before, and he said I looked familiar.  But he still agreed to the get together.

And we did.  And without going into too much detail, it.  Was.  GOOD.  Damn good.  And we talked of getting together again.  In fact, last night at 2AM he called and asked if I wanted to come spend the night since his roommate was gone.  Which would have been fun, had he asked me at, say, 9 or 10 in the evening.  But not at 2AM.  Regardless, we ARE going to get together again.

So I suppose, what wasn;'t worth his time in 1996 is something he wants repeatedly in 2011.  I find if kinda ironic.  And I'd ask him about, but honestly, I don't wanna ruin this potential good thing I might have going here.

After all, good sex is better than satisfying irony any day.

POLT