A while ago, while mingling at a cotillion I met a boy. A really hot Aussie who had just come to the states and has been in New York for about six months. The only problem was, I wasn't the only one he met. He ... for some reason, wanted to build a group. I hung on, simply because, well I wanted to. He was cute, I thought like everyone else... that I'd have a chance. If not for something substantial at least to have some fun and make new friends.
The problem with this strategy was how truly oblivious he was, to the fact that men were hitting on him. He didn't deflect, encourage or seem to understand the flirting that was going on. I don't know how they do it ... in the land down under. Here in New York, the goal is to build a compatible group (friends, get your minds out of the gutter).
So as we bar hopped, we ended up picking up, in our dust-trail, an actor into leather (looking for work), one accountant from New Jersey and a sales-rep from Long Island. The hot Aussie and I were the only locals (he being a transplant, I being a local). The guy from Long Island also considered himself a local but I knew otherwise.
I didn't want too much, just to have fun. The circle of boys quickly seeing they had no chance with me. I've done all the dating off the island I'd ever care to. Never again will I get my ass on the PATH train to be picked up by a boy who might or might not be there, depending on his mood. Shudder the memories. Also actors into leather - not going there. These men could all be nice people and potential friends. The only problem being, that Aussie boy was batting eyes at all of them. All of them, all three vastly different men. Okay, all four of us. Yes I too wanted his attention much like a moth to an open flame.
My patience ran thin, quickly right when we got to a bar where they playing a cute little mail box game, everyone had a number on. The hot Aussie immediately had his box full and had no courtesy of actually returning any of the messages.
I quickly came to the conclusion; that this man was worse at ... then even I am at flirting. So yes. I said it. This is when I gently made my way to other endeavors such as ordering another drink. Realizing that I wanted to talk to no one else in the bar, I went home, not wishing to compete.
I didn't loss much, he did work in the insurance industry. I think that would've made him a rather dull boyfriend. I just wonder why he felt the need to gather so many incompatible men around him.
He may have known exactly what he was doing. It may have been his way of getting thrills, just acting oblivious and letting boys drool over him.
Oh, BTW, some of us who live on the Island are lifelong New Yorkers. :P I work in Manhattan but live out on the Island and love it that way.
Posted by: Jess | March 26, 2006 at 10:06 PM
Oh, and I'd never leave you stranded at the train station! :)
Posted by: Jess | March 26, 2006 at 10:07 PM
Hey, now let's not knock the insurance industry. I work in it and it's dang exciting :) The coordination of benefits, billing errors, and deductibles!!! WHOOPPEE!!!!! We insurance boys are a thrill a minute!!
Posted by: matt | March 27, 2006 at 03:41 PM
now let's not start insulting insurance boys!!! We're darned nifty!!
Posted by: matt | March 27, 2006 at 03:42 PM