it wasn't the worst place to end my night (The Spanish DILF and the Protogé)

Let me be honest: I really don’t remember what happened during the earlier part of the Saturday after TTT’s birthday. But I do know that we ended up at Posh. When I walked in, I almost immediately made eye contact with a tall gentleman with wavy salt-and-pepper hair. I love wavy salt-and-pepper hair! He quickly looked away, so I went about my business. The second time, he held my gaze and gave me a smile, so I walked over to talk to him. Spanish accent? Yes please. We actually had a pretty awesome conversation, and it didn’t take me long to learn that he had a boyfriend who lived across the country. Of course, they had an arrangement.

And then I had to go to the bathroom. I get nervous about going to the bathroom when I’m interested in a guy because I’ve had a few guys I’ve talked to never come back when they claimed to leave for the bathroom (it’s much more efficient to wish me a good night). Anyway, I told him, “I’ll be right back. And I’m not ditching because I really am enjoying our conversation. So wait for me.” And of course, there was a line at the bathroom. But he was there when I got back.

We eventually left (he had a ridonkulous penthouse in midtown), and it wasn’t until I was looking at him lying on his bed that I had this gem of an awkward moment: “Wow, you look exactly like [extremely famous actor]!” I immediately regretted saying that when I saw his if-one-more-gay-boy-tells-me-that reaction. He was actually more handsome than (not) said actor, but the resemblance was undeniable.

Anyway, we had a great night. I woke up to him jerking off. I'd already gone beyond what I usually do for most guys (let alone a 1st time trick). Have you ever played like you're asleep hoping that the guy you're lying next to will give up on trying to get some? Well, after an hour, he was still jerking off, so I went ahead and grabbed a third condom.

His shower had a door that led to the outdoor terrace. I tried it. It worked. And then I couldn't lock it back. After spending a good 5 minutes trying to re-lock it, I jumped when I heard, "Dont worry about it. I'll get it," behind me. It was a very Beauty-and-the-Beast moment.

As affectionate and into me as he seemed that night, he was markedly distant the next morning. I figured it was the hangover until I had the following he’s-not-that-into-you revelation a few days later:

But before that happened, I had gotten 2 texts for brunch with the boys. I'd gotten a text from both TTT and Med School Mess about brunch. By the time I responded, TTT had flaked, and Mess was at Pieces. Change of clothes? Totally unnecessary.

When I walked into Pieces, Med School Mess was spinning on a bar stool while a few of his med school friends played pool. I spent most of my time watching the straight guy bend over and shoot. One of my friends definitely said, "I'd kill to have that dick in me... shit, was that out loud?!"

Mess ended up going home, but Bottomless Pitt, Urban Sprawl and I ended up at XES, where they were starting karaoke early. After yelling all weekend and getting no sleep, I figured "Bad Romance" was totally appropriate for my range ("that's, like, the holy grail for a bari-tenor"). Turns out I was pretty prompt because I was the first to sing. I don't think I've ever gotten so many compliments on a karaoke performance in my life. Turns out having two dancers (and knowing the dance yourself) helps.

Urban Sprawl ninja'd, and Bottomless Pitt insisted we check out G Lounge (very out of character). As soon as we walked in, I saw a white guy I had met before. About my age, bleach blonde, and cute as hell. An actress that 95% of you know has taken him on as a protogé, so he'll probably be famous at some point (or at least well known in the Broadway world). When we first met, I didn't think he was into me at all, bur I got his number for the hell of it.

Protogé: "Oh my god, we're just headed to Hiro! Come! I'll get you in for free, and we can get free drinks from Amanda!"

Now, when I hear a guy my age promise stuff about nightlife (or otherwise), I've conditioned myself to not expect it to come through. Since Hiro was close by and closer to the A train than G, I figured it wasn't the worst place to end my night.

It turns out he was actually able to get us comped at the door. Drinks, on the other hand, were a different matter. Apparently he'd slept with one bartender and the other one had a crush on him.

Him: "He knows me, but he doesn't know you. So I'll introduce you, and then I'll get a drink. Then you go get a drink right after!"

That was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard, but I indulged him because he was cute. $11 later, I had a weak screwdriver that I really didn't need.

Bottomless Pitt wandered off about 30 seconds after we got in, and Protogé's friend had gone home. As we moved throughout the club, Protogé would hold my hand as he led. Eventually, he leaned in to make out and invited me back to his place.

Did I mention that I keep a change of clothes at the office (so that I don't have to wear the same bright pink cap-sleeve tshirt 3 days in a row)? Yeah.

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