Recantata

So, a few months passed and in my desperation I had figured that there was absolutely no hope for me on this boat and it’s not like I’ve been proved wrong.  There I was minding my own business in my own house and feeling generally morose about the direction of things when along comes the ‘game changer’.  An utterly unexpected spirit.  You have had the benefit of understanding the context of my present predicament, considering, aforementioned gentlemen so, you can understand my complete surprise when an actual, personable, human being fell into my life and remained there for a month!  It is almost remiss of me to mention that he is/ was beautiful, inside and out.  Sensitive without being weak, sexy without being leery, funny without being coarse and friendly without crossing lines.  You are waiting for the penny to drop so let me throw it at you, he’s not gay… he’s in a relationship.  Yes, it was too good to be true.  The first black guy I fall for in 8 years.  Anyway, we had countless lunches, dinners, gone to the movies.  The first movie was horrific in content and seeing as we are movie buffs, we entertained ourselves by re-writing the plot scene by scene. Never was a scriptless movie more enjoyable. I go into this much detail for a reason; I promise.  Yes, so back to the breakfasts and lunches.  We talked, good, heaven we talked.  It was like the first time I had really talked in a year!  We’re on the same wavelength when it comes to art, diversity of music tastes, movies, books, religion, sigh I could gush on and bore you.  He broke me.  I had genuinely given up on meeting anyone that honest of the male persuasion in this country.  It was just honest.  And then I met his girlfriend, and she is lovely (obviously) and I wish him all the best.  He has left the continent now; too, I have lost another one to the Americas.

Interspersed within all this fun was an insignificant entity.  He makes this list because I met him at just around the same time as the game changer and they could not be more different.  We met at a mutual friend’s birthday drinks and he was the perfect gentleman in assisting me to prevent a vertiginous disaster each time I arose.  So I thought to myself,  ‘heigh , ho!’ .  Due to a distinct lack of diversity in the male gene pool here and an overabundance of girls who are willing to ignore certain things about these guys (note:  I am probably too picky), he is of the sort never to be in lack of female attention.  He could be considered fairly attractive, so warily I decided that being a friend to him wouldn’t hurt anyone.  He nearly ruined a favorite movie for me by being unbelievably negative.  Coming from me, that is an achievement.  And on a night when I needed a bit of an ego boost he committed the cardinal sin I find grossly distasteful.  He asked if my friend who was visiting was single.  Ps.  He had been flirting with me all evening in a light-hearted sort of way.  You know what? Maybe I over-reacted.  He’s single, she’s pretty (and not single); I’ll tell her he asked.