Trouble Brewing

I’m in a bit of trouble. Last weekend, I met a boy on one of the many gay hookup websites. For you unknowing heteros, this is a quick easy way to get laid. An email back and forth, find out what you’re into, agree on a meeting place, fuck and that’s the end of the relationship. As a militant anti-relationship guy, this works out great for me. But this guy Roy is different. Breaking protocol, we started IMing and inadvertantly got to know each other. Although he’s not a calculus superstar, he is a huge LA history geek and gets off on traffic flow maps. Oh! And the best part is he LOVES doing crossword puzzles. So we had been IMing each other all last week and set up a date of sorts. We were to meet up Saturday at my place for dinner, drunken Scrabble and Raspberry Reich, however we had to push it back to this coming weekend because of a funeral he had to attend. I’m a patient guy, and we’ve never met in person, so it’s all right, right? Well last night we were talking and decided to meet up for gelato. Being the insecure bastard I am, I just started yammering about nothing in particular. On top of that since it was a Sunday I was at my grossest. Doing laundry, cleaning house and cooking will sort of do that to a person. Anyhow he seemed to like me and we even had a brief kiss at the end of night. And that is the smell of trouble brewing.