references

Friday ... I was drinking a warm Corona at JR's while hanging with an acquaintance when someone I know from the gym passed by. He nodded his hello and kept walking out the door. I commented on how cute he was and that he was also a nice guy. My acquaintance was more direct, "Worst lay ever."

Poor guy, that was the third time I heard this particular comment about him. I wouldn't assume that every foray in the sack is spectacular, but to hear the same exact comment from three random guys, makes me thinks he needs to improve his skills (or, at the very least, get some new representation to counter the spin). That's assuming, of course, that he knows he's the "worst lay ever."

I've had my fair share of bad and boring sex but I've never filed any bad press about a particular guy. If it's bad and boring, we aren't going to get together again so Monday morning quarterbacking isn't necessary. Besides, I may have not liked it, but their skills may rock someone else's boat (doubtful).

Saturday ... I was hanging at Fuego at Cada Vez watching the Latin boys having a great time on the dance floor. I bumped into two friends and introduced them to each other. They stepped aside and started a conversation while I stood there like Don Corleone waiting for my friends to come greet me.

In between beer runs and trips to the bathroom and dance floor, the boys took turns asking about each other. I kept it to "He's a nice guy, works for so and so, and I met him at ...," but that wasn't enough. What they really wanted to know was, "Dating status, what's he packing, and top or bottom."

I knew the answers to all their inquiries but decided to keep them to myself since I didn't think they were compatible. My opinion didn't really matter because I thought it was up to them to figure it out. To me, so much fun comes from the initial exploration dance and I didn't want to rob them of that opportunity. I left fairly early and don't think they hooked up, but I was certain they would exchange numbers and become friends. Had I given my "references," they wouldn't have bothered getting to know each other.

Sunday ... as I walked into Lizard Lounge, I noticed a very nice looking, dark, muscular, Latino hottie hanging out by the front bar with friends. I've seen him several times over the past three months and recently, we've begun acknowledging each other's presence (big grins and the obligatory manly nod).

As I walked by him, our eyes caught, so I stopped and finally greeted him verbally and physically (I just shook his hand - get your mind out of the gutter). I kept moving because I don't like interrupting someone involved in a conversation ... that and the fact that my attraction to him made me nervous.

I was hanging with Jesse, a local gay bar bartender, and I asked him if he knew anything about the hottie. "I heard he was good in bed," was his response.

That wasn't the response I was expecting. I thought I was gonna get something about his nationality, his career, or maybe even his drink of choice, but I certainly didn't expect such a personal reference.

Jesse said there were many references readily available since DC is such a small town. I always though our community was fairly large. When I go out, I always meet a local I've never seen before. But I will admit, over these past eleven years, I've accumulated quite a bit of knowledge on my friends, acquaintances, and strangers.

Knowledge is power and I've decided to use my power for good. I will keep their references, especially the bad ones, to myself and hope that, in turn, my personal references are kept confidential (if they aren't I hope they're at least good).

Note to self, next time I see the very nice looking, dark, muscular, Latino hottie, stop, greet, and stay for a while.