Wednesday evening: Hit amitabul (veggie korean joint I was not impressed) with
Friday evening: Birthday celebration for coworker at a bar right under the Paulina stop. Pretty snazzy. Didn’t stay long. One beer, one hour. Walk to boystown. Meander a bit. A midori sour at Sidetrack, again with the smokelessness. Mostly no talking. Striking up conversation with an ex-choruster, then a stranger from NYC, who left to chat with someone else who bought him a drink. I say screw it & leave.
Wander over to hydrate, walk past hydrate. Door guy has a shy/friendly demeanor, convinces me to go inside. I arrive just in time for the last minute of lube wrestling. I stay like 2 more minutes, then head out. End up chatting with door man, and giving him my card with contact info on the back.
Saturday. Doorman dude calls. We arrange date (see date planning tool). He texts me with a cancelation two minutes before time of date while I’m half a block away from the meeting point (and thus 25 minutes away from home) to tell me that his sister in law went in to labor and he can’t make it. He calls later in the evening to reschedule. No luck so far, have left a message, but not holding my breath.
Sunday was a lj day.
I guess my nontraditional family background accounts for my inability to understand all the family excuses that I hear about.
If his sister goes into labor again next week, you’ll know something’s up.
hahaha….”lube wrestling”?