As I headed over to Eric’s I knew that when I left I would be filled with regret. I had the perfect playlist cued up. It’s called “Bursting” and among others it contains:
- -Song for the Lonely, Cher
- -Silver and Cold, AFI
- -Born to Die, Lana Del Ray
I’m sure you get the idea. With things getting serious between Michael and I (although not yet official), this had all the makings of a hookup-gone-wrong. Eric is Tanya’s roommate – she’s a long time friend and for us things have not always gone smoothly. He works at a gay club…as a stripper. She has warned me about him and before today I had met him twice. It was the perfect combination for a potentially very un-perfect situation.
He welcomed me in and we started the movie that we both knew we’d never finish. It was at this point something odd started to happen. That pre-hookup awkwardness – the kind that’s dispelled instantly once one grabs the other’s crotch – began to fade away and we talked. We talked about the bad acting in the movie, what we thought about certain aspects of gay culture, and before long we were discussing personal philosophy. I can honestly say with utmost certainty that this has never happened during this type of encounter. Before too long we were laying in bed together, clothed.
“Why do I find it weird how compatible we seem to be?”
He posed this question and instantly I snapped out of whatever haze I was in and realized that this was more than a hookup. It wasn’t a hookup at all, in fact. Had something significant just happened? In a place that should completely lack it, had there suddenly been meaning? As we laid there he showed me some of his poetry. It was brilliant – it flowed and lacked that “I’m trying to be poetic” feel that plagues most abstract writing. Eventually we ended up in his jeep. We had the top down despite the cold and we rode along through the city, belting out random songs from the likes of the Goo Goo Dolls and Cher.
I got in my car to leave and was left wondering, “What the hell just happened?” I know that this entire situation has D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R written across it in big ol’ red letters. I know that the boy I’m dating is great and I’ve been warned that Eric should be approached with caution. Which begs the question: Is the impossible, in this case, possible?