How is it possible to get into a relationship with someone that you don't even like?
I met Florian when the South Florida Gay Men's Chorus performed at our church. He was a Cute Young Thing, a fencing champion back in high school, handsome, with a firm, hairy chest, a little too tall for my tastes. But his extremely upbeat personality won me over:
"Isn't a beautiful day? Of course, every day in Florida is beautiful, isn't it? Gosh, it just doesn't get any better than this, does it? Welcome to Paradise!"
Our First Date
Picking me up: "I didn't know if you gave me the right address or not. If you didn't, that would have been ok. I had a marvelous evening planned, either way. What a fantastic house! And the decor is fabulous!"
Dinner: "This is the best crab quesadilla I've ever had! And, oh, gosh, this salad is marvelous! And aren't the waiters gorgeous? I've never had such a fabulous meal!"
The Filling Station: "Isn't that guy hot! And him, too! I've never seen so many gorgeous guys in one place before! It's like a Mr. Universe contest! I can see why you like coming here! It's the best!"
Back to my house: "This is the most wonderful evening I've ever had! You are positively incredible! I can't believe how lucky I am just to be sitting here beside you!"
The kiss: He leaned in for a kiss -- with a wide grin on his face. You never smile when preparing to kiss! It looks idiotic.
The bedroom: nice physique, hair chest, thick Bratwurst beneath the belt, into kissing and receiving oral, but the "fabulousness" never stopped. "Oh, this is fantastic! The best ever! I can' believe how hot you are!" On and on and on.
I walk him to the door: Gosh, your housemates are absolutely fabulous! Barney is a cuddly old bear, and Yuri is just incredibly handsome! I'm dying to ask you to share, but I guess it's a little too soon, isn't it? I should be happy with the most gorgeous guy in the world!"
I slam the door and sigh loudly. Florian was so goshdarn chipper, so in-your-face fantabulous, that I couldn't stand him!
But he was also very aggressive. Before I knew it:
The movie: "This is the funniest movie I've ever seen! And the world's best popcorn! I can't believe how good it is!"
The dinner: "That shrimp tempura was marvelous, and this is absolutely the best red bean ice cream in the universe! And isn't that waiter gorgeous! Do you know the Japanese word for super-stud? I wouldn't mind eating cat food if he brought it out!"
Back to my house: "This is the most wonderful evening I've ever had! Gosh, everything was just fabulous! I can't believe how lucky I am to be dating you! You are absolutely the most gorgeous guy in the universe!"
One more superlative, and I'll pour my soda on your head! But you'd probably think it was fabulous!
I could just refuse all future dates. But I didn't have the will power, and he was very, very cute. Besides, he hadn't actually done anything wrong -- he was just annoyingly chipper.
Maybe I could scare him off. BDSM sometimes worked.
I suggest a BDSM Scene: "I've never tried anything like that before, but it sounds perfectly marvelous! Tie me up and use me, Daddy! Or should I say Sir? Gosh, it's just so exciting!"
The Scene: I gagged him, blindfolded him, attached clothespins to his nipples, and spanked him, while he kept up a nonstop dialogue through the gag. "Th---uh----fab--lus."
The next morning: "That was by far the most erotic evening of my life! You were just fabulous! Seriously, I couldn't imagine a better scene! But maybe we could get that super-stud Barney to join in next time! Two Sirs -- that would be incredibly amazing!"
Maybe some of life's sorrows would tone him down a bit.
An auction at Out of the Closet. Discussion of George Bush: "I'm sure that he'll be defeated in the election next month! The straights are much less homophobic now than when I was a kid!"
Walk on the beach. This is the spot where Yuri had rocks thrown at him from a carload of homophobes. "Well...um...isn't he lucky that nothing worse happened! Um...he is by far the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen. Gosh, he must get cruised a hundred times a day!"
Dinner at my house with Barney. When Barney's partner died, his family refused to come to the funeral: "Well ...um......you know...he was lucky that...that he had a supportive partner...and...an alternate family...and....this is the best moussaka I've ever eaten!"
Invitation to the bedroom: "Sorry, I'm not really feeling well. But it's been a fantastic day. I've never had so much...um...fun in my life."
That was the end of my relationship with Florian. Instead of toning him down, I turned him off.
A couple of weeks later, I ran into him at the Filling Station with another guy: "Boomer, this is Philip! Isn't he the most gorgeous guy you've ever seen? And isn't this a fabulous place? I had to bring him here for our second date -- I knew he would have positively the best night of his life! Well, gosh, it's been great seeing you again!
Philip shot me a pained look as Florian led him away.
See also: 50 Ways of Saying "Fabulous"
Well, obviously the only thing to do is make sure there's always a dick in his mouth.
ReplyDeleteNot every day in Florida is beautiful. They have hurricanes.
Man, his thoughts about Bush remind me of the optimism of the Great Circle Jerk of 2016.
Sorry, Boomer, but I just had to laugh picturing you working so hard not to roll your eyes all night long on those dates. :) I'd have gone crazy by the end of the first date! Do you think he is just genuinely a happy person, or was he trying to make a new reality for himself with constant positivity?
ReplyDeleteI hadn't thought of it before, but it seems like realistically everything can tbe the best you've ever had. A lot of conversations in gay neighborhood involve mostly complaining about things, so maybe he was trying to reinvent himself.
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