No Sex, But Do You Want a Cookie?

This post should have been titled, "Mardi Gras at Central", but given how the night turned out... Sometimes things just don't turn out the way you planned and that may not be such a bad thing. Unfortunately, my planned dinner companion, Adventures in Shaw, got sick so I had to find someone else to have dinner with at my now favorite restaurant, Central, for their 2nd annual Mardi Gras Celebration. Why waste a reservation at a great restaurant when they're having live music from the New Orleans jazz quartet Laissez Foure and New Orleans food and cocktails? How hard could it be to snag a friend to go with me? Well, apparently harder than I thought. I asked a guy friend of three years who seemed eager and confirmed an hour before the reservation. Now let me add, even though this may not be of any importance, that this is a guy friend who has occasionally hinted at and made minor gestures toward being more than friends. Why? I have no idea. I have given this guy no indication that I'm interested in being anymore than friends and things seem just fine remaining that way. But his statements about there being good men around that women just ignore always baffle me. I don't doubt there are at least one or two good guys still left. I just want one I'm interested in. So, to make a long story short, I'm at the restaurant sitting at the table 40 minutes into the reservation and this guy, who I have always considered to be reliable, has not shown up. I call him and he tells me he is on his way?! On a night when tables are in demand at this restaurant, I called him back and said I would just eat at the bar. These are the times when you are thankful you have never slept with a man. When the very gracious hostess came over to see about me, I told her what happened and that I needed more gay guy friends and that I would be getting drunk. My second Hurricane almost did it while I munched on a tuna burger. Since I was not drunk or tired, I headed to Adams Morgan for more live music. I ran into an old DJ friend. He was with a friend who turned out to be from my hometown. While I didn't recognize her, we actually went to the same junior high school! What a coincidence! We exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up for dinner later in the week. My DJ friend gave me a ride home. He walked me to my door and after several minutes of explaining why a hug and kiss on the cheek was enough, I offered him a homemade chocolate chip cookie. I actually made cookies the night before and they turned out really well considering I hadn't made cookies in years. He declined. Oh well. I did promise him that I would show up for his DJ night this coming Sunday. C'est la vie!

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