Confused by Husni Elidaar

Sunset hit the City of Townsville. Lit my cigs to calm my jitters. Finally, I got a chance for an audience with Mr. Yummy for the first time. I even went home for a sec, took a shower, re-dressed and tried to look as (understatedly) stunning as possible. Double-checking my pose, double-checking my walk, my talk and my breath. Tips from the heavens had it, that I need to pass as a totally straight guy to even begin trying to get his attention. Yummy, my supposed date then on due-time called me.

“Where are you?”
“I am in the lobby already as you asked me to, seven o’clock sharp”
“What lobby? I haven’t asked to go anywhere yet! I was contemplating on where we were suppose to have dinner at”
“Oh gosh, but I thought you sms-ed me like two hours ago to meet you here”
“It wasn’t me!!”
“So who are you? And who am I meeting now at this building!!”
“Gawd, you double-dated me even before I know you!!!”

The phone kept on going,
“My, you put me on number two already before I even met you!”
“Look dude, this isn’t suppose to happen, I would never double-date anyone. So who are you then?” “I am not talking. You go have a nice date. God I can’t believe this is happening to me!”
“Ok, lemme talk with this dude first, lemme see if I can make you number one for tonite”
“But you’re on a date already! Geez!”
“Hold on, everything in life is negotiable man…”

Apparently I spoke too soon. As I tried not to panic in the extreme-confusion, I saw Mr. Yummy escalated calmly from downstairs. He was damn hot, got this professional aura around him. And furthermore, it was clear that he wasn’t on the phone, thus I was then definitely talking with someone else.

Immediately I turned-off the phone to greet Yummy.

“Hey there, how are you?”
“I’m good, you?”
“Cool, where shall we go you think?”
“Let’s eat there, I am famished”

Dinner was just starting when the phone rang again, reading semi-loudly the name of the guy in front of me (with the-say-caller’s-name-mode ON). Hopefully he didn’t notice that, since the reading was done in StarTrek-style pronunciation. Swiftly of course, I grabbed the behemoth and turned the silent-switch on.

“Now, where were we?” I asked imperturbably.

During the course of dinner, I barely noticed anything else around me. Just him, and the lusciousness of his lips and his awesome frame. You got me pal. You got me, at hello.

Sneaking a glance quickly every time it vibrated, I saw Mr. Number 2 (who I wisely placed at number two) called me four times and sent me 2 text messages. My time with Yummy there was so precious, I wouldn’t let anything ruined that.

Dinner was nice, he was friendly. We talked like adults, about life and business in general. Nothing sexual, nothing smuttish. We bid our farewells at around nine and promised to further contact each other later.

Then I called Mr. Number 2.

“Where are you? Let me meet you to explain this mess. I owe you one!”
“Was he even cute?”
“Mmm.. he was okay…”
“Just okay, or really-really OKAY?”
“Well, he was nice, that’s all I can tell you now, hehe”
“Ok, since you promised to take me out on a movie-date, let’s go see Shrek 3 at (bleep)”
“Great, see you soon then, it’s gonna take like 5 mins for me to get there”

Bought the ticket and he then arrived ten minutes later. I didn’t know what I was having for breakfast this morning, but damn, oh boy, Mr. Number 2 was a super-hottie.

“Hey, sorry for the fiasco earlier” I started.
“That’s okay, I got you here now at least. Gosh you are cute! Don’t you think so Craig?” he asked his buddy beside him
“Thanks pal, you too” while checkin’ the appetizing buns of his ass.

While waiting for the movie to commence, I got to know him a little bit better. He still hadn’t divulged his name behind that screen-name of his (which I no longer sure which one anyway after the bad mix-up).

“Okay, this is what happened. After I messaged him this afternoon, your sms then arrived, stating: Hey man, this is my other number, please write it down. So, I stupidly put you under HIS name, not knowing that you two are completely different beings”

“Yea, that would be stupid”

“Listen, I didn’t know better okay. So, along the way, I was both sending and receiving messages from you two, still unaware that I was talking to you on the phone when you called me. I thought you were him”

“So I wasn’t even on your list for the day?”

“Of course not, I don’t double-date. Sorry again for the mix-up.”

“I am still mad you know…”

His phone then rang,
“Yeah what’s up Mom?” “No, I’ll be fine…” “What? No… Greg is having ramen dinner now with a bunch of friends. Yea, yea I’ll be fine. See you later Mom”
Hmm. Greg.

Now I am totally confused,
Yummy – the super cool bear-prince
Greg – the fun loving gym-punk

Yummy had this air of coolness, I could never read his body language on whether he was interested in me enough or not. While in a brotherly manner, Greg had literally touched me all over and stated his interest verbally and through his body language.

People say easy come - easy go no? Yummy may be harder to catch while Greg had willingly opened his arms for me (or so it seemed at the least). Yummy liked to talk about work, while Greg had a passion on photography, in which both were nice conversations to have. Yummy is here to stay, while Greg will be gone soon, back to work abroad on a not-too-far-away land. But his ass, oh God have mercy on me: Greg, I wanna eat you all over.

Gawd, I am so doomed.

Regards,
Husni Elidaar.