Gloganvlog Date Review: The Importance Of Second Chances
They say leopards never change their spots–but how do they know this? Has anyone ever actually gone to Africa or Asia (or whichever heathen continent houses Leopards) and catalogued all of their spots? Doubtful. So take that and shove it right up your lagging magazine sales, National Geographic!
I went on a date last night. And unlike most of my dates it went really really well. The difference here is that
1. This guy actually asked ME out–which is weird since I am normally the guy that always has to make the first move. Something about how shy and reserved I am intimidates people, I think.
2. I have gone out with this guy before. When I first moved here we went for drinks at Olive Garden in Chelsea–yes I am aware that many gays might think “My stars and garters that sounds awful” But I remember thinking “Unlimited Soup and Salad–that sounds awesome.” So fuck off.
Anyway I remember that the date went all right–but we didn’t really hang out again. Something must have been off, but I really don’t remember what it was. Cut to 3 years later and this guy (whose celebrity doppelganger would be Colin Farrell) asks me out again and I figure “What the Hell?” As many of you know my lovelife has been as dry as Kim Catrall’s baconhole lately.
So we met up and went to dinner at an awesome Scoutmob restaurant. Conversation was easy. We laughed. There was no forced interaction. We went to see Rise of the Planet of the Apes–which wasn’t my first choice but ended up being awesome if not a bit racist (which is good too). Then we hung out down by the marina in my neighborhood which is absolutely deserted and kind of perfect.
For drug dealing and public sex–but this was not that kind of night.
We then journeyed back to my apartment and fucked like angry orangutans trying to bring down a helicopter that was shooting at us on the Golden Gate Bridge.
The point of this is that if I had never given him a second chance I wouldn’t have gotten to know him. For some reason the first time around one or both of our guards was up–one or both of us was in a different place mentally/emotionally.
Maybe one or both of us got wasted on Olive Garden Sangria and pulled out one or both of our cocks.
You never know what people are going through personally when you first meet them-and I do believe that with every experience we learn a little more about ourselves and become a little more self aware. He and I have both been through relationships since we first hung out–relationships that led us to question what kind of guys we were always going after and what our motivations and reasons were. So the golden shnugget of information here is as follows:
Regarding your love life–if you always find yourself with the same type of guy and constantly doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result then kick yourself in the ass. That is insanity. Take a chance and go out with someone different–maybe even someone you have been out before. It is a great mirror to look into–if you can be open enough to see the differences between the versions of yourselves that you were, and what you are now. At the best you end up with a new friend, lover, or stalker. At the worst you end up with a little more knowledge on who you are and what you want.
I have no clue if I am going to see this guy again or what will happen–but I do know that last night was totally worth it if only because I ate a delicious meal, saw a good movie and got cocked.
On yeah–and there is that little self-reflection thing too.