It’s been a little while since I’ve posted. I ended up getting the flu. Not H1N1. Just regular flu.
I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before, but I live in a medium sized, semi-isolated town up in the mountains of Colorado. And apparently some weird shit has been happening here. But I’ll get to that in a little while.
Jude and I (and Jess, his girlfriend who I’m none too fond of) went to an awesome Halloween party at a mutual friend’s house. This friend, Rodolfo, and his boyfriend throw some pretty kickass parties. Best of all, Jude is generally the only straight male there, so it’s a totally fun, pressure-free environment for the handful of girls that are there as well.
I dressed up as a flapper for the party. I found out later that this was a popular costume choice nationwide, but again, our town is pretty isolated. Regardless, I had the whole shebang; Sexy black flapper dress, long black gloves, short black flapper wig with silver headband, long string of pearls, red feather boa, black sequined cigarette holder, and (since I don’t smoke) a fake cigarette. I looked pretty damn good if I do say so myself.
Jude was Tarzan. Not his choice, naturally. Jess was Jane. She got to wear a cute little sexed-up safari outfit and being the bitch she is, made Jude don a loincloth, wig, and flip-flops. I think she just wanted an excuse to see him mostly naked all night. Now, I’ve explained before what the dynamic of mine and Jude’s relationship is. So I can say this without you getting the wrong idea.
Jude has got a very nice body. He’s a bit of an exercise fiend, and it shows. He’s fit, lean and sculpted, so he certainly was able to pull off wearing the loincloth. And it’s a good thing he’s comfortable with his sexuality because it turns out he was getting hit on all night. And not just by the small little group of girls that were there, but by pretty much the entire male population as well.
The three of us didn’t drive together, but we ended up arriving at the same time. When he saw me, Jude grinned and gave me two thumbs up. Jess shot me a sour look before grabbing Jude’s hand and pulling him toward the door behind her. I rolled my eyes and followed.
Inside, the house was completely decked out in Halloween decorations, complete with fog and dark, sexy lighting. There were at least 50 people there already. I figured I wouldn’t have too tough a time avoiding Jess in a crowd this big, But I also wanted to hang with Jude and she’d be attached to him like a leech. Solution? Jello shots.
Two hours later I had an awesome buzz and I didn’t give two shits about Jess. I was getting my groove on on the dance floor, sandwiched between Rodolfo in his cabana boy outfit and his boyfriend Gabriel dressed as a gladiator. I was grinding up on both of them and eventually I started to sweat my makeup off. I wriggled from between them and made my way to the bathroom to touch up.
When I emerged, the door was being blocked by the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. The epitome of tall, dark and handsome, and his eyes were piercing blue. Thanks to all the jello shots, I was only able to stand there and stare stupidly.
“Are you finished?” he said with a slow grin.
“Uh… hmm.” I said, quickly looking away and squeezing past him.
I stumbled into the kitchen and went straight to the bar. I needed to drown away the disappointment. I would not have sex with this man, because being at this party… he was probably gay.
What felt like moments later, he materialized beside me, just as I was helping myself to another shot.
“Having fun?” he said.
I jumped and almost dropped the little plastic cup of jello.
“Uh, after a few more of these,” I said with a nervous laugh. Looking at him, I finally noticed what he was wearing. Dark jeans, white t-shirt, and black leather motorcycle jacket.
“I like your costume,” he said, and I suddenly realized that he had an English accent. Kill me now.
“Likewise.”
“I’m not actually wearing one. I’m… not really a costume guy.”
How embarrassing. I felt my face flush. “Oh.”
I’ve never taken a shot so fast in my life.
“I’m Ethan,” he said, extending his hand. I took it with my own gloved one.
“Annabelle.”
“I have to say… it’s refreshing it see someone of the female persuasion here. Gabriel is my friend and all, but I honestly didn’t think I’d meet anyone here tonight.”
Hold up. What was that again?
“I’m sorry?” I said, feeling my brow furrow in confusion.
“Would you like to dance?”
I nodded slowly. So, not gay after all.
Hell motherfucking yes.
