Upside-down Hippopotamus - There's Something in the Air

05.09.2005

There's Something in the Air

Ah, springtime . . . season of sunlight, allergies, and yanking Goblin away from dead baby birds on the sidewalk. How are you, world? I am fine but confused. If a very cute, very young, and presumably very straight boy I met at a Young Adult Friends meeting last week calls and asks me to go salsa dancing with him on Wednesday, is he asking me on a date? I would think he knows I’m married as I did nothing but talk about Rob at this meeting. He is probably not asking me on a date but rather was hoodwinked into believing I am an interesting person who might like to go salsa dancing, a tenuous illusion I might be able to maintain until the moment we get to the salsa dancing place, but all bets are off after that.

I am happy today, world. It’s spring. The birds that aren’t dead on the sidewalk are chirping outside my window. I politely fired some contractors today, and they went quietly and with surprising dignity. My business might open before a George Bush-induced Armageddon.

Things are looking up.

posted by David at 1:11 PM | trackBack

Comments

um...a boy asks another boy, whom he knows to be gay, to go salsa dancing?
What's the punchline?

posted by: zenchick on 05.09.2005 at 1:58 PM

I thought you and jwer were dating? He's gonna be jealous if you start hanging out with other cute straight guys.....

posted by: Linda on 05.09.2005 at 4:05 PM

You know how to salsa dance?

I just read about a dog-friendly cafe with Wi-fi located in Ridgely's Delight. Do you think Foo might need to retire downtown for elevenses or tea? I could help the two of you work on your knitting!

posted by: Amy on 05.10.2005 at 12:36 AM

Dear David,
I have recently seen several dead birds on the sidewalk, and I was wondering if this was a phenomenon? Please let me know.

Thanks,
Cara

posted by: Cara on 05.10.2005 at 12:57 AM

Maybe he's into married guys or just into guys and doesn't care if you're married. Take Rob with you as part of your entourage.

posted by: orbicon on 05.10.2005 at 10:29 AM

Go salsa dancing with the cute, young hottie! But no inappropriate touching.

Damnit. I'm quite jealous of you, actually.

posted by: Christopher on 05.10.2005 at 7:00 PM

I love the sound of not dead birds chirping!

posted by: hot toddy on 05.10.2005 at 7:47 PM

My goodness, firing contractors. You're such a . . . man. Is it hot in here or just me?

posted by: Brian on 05.11.2005 at 7:39 AM

Zenchick: "I'm a frayed knot."

Linda: We are only dating in the eyes of the wine store owner, who sees me as a rival for jwer's affections.

Amy: No, I don't. But that sounds delightful. Goblin is trying to knit a new mantilla, something unspeakable having happened to the old one.

Cara: I believe it's a sign of the Apocalypse.

Orbicon: Hmmm, I never thought of having an entourage. What a dangerous idea . . . not for deflecting the attentions of salsa dancers but for conducting myself in my daily life. In any case, Rob said I could go as long as the Young Man didn't expect it would be a habit.

Christopher: I don't think the idea was ever that we would salsa dance with each other. I think the lessons are strictly boy-girl. So no inappropriate touching.

Hot Toddy: It's like the sound of one hand not clapping.

Brian: Hey baby. Want to come salsa dancing with me?

posted by: David on 05.11.2005 at 11:52 AM

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