Soiree II

“Hey Mark, I’m coming down to L.A. next Thursday and Friday. Is there any way we could meet up?”

That was the text message I received from Steve, a bloke from Colorado. A Credit Account Consultant and travels a lot for work. He gave me a two hour lecture of the business he does but to make it easier for you to understand, preparing a proposal then closing a gazillion dollar account is his forte, so basically, making moolah is what he really does for living. He got married when he was 18, has two lovely kids but decided to sign the divorce paper after two years.

We’ve been texting for months since I’ve met him thru Manhunt. The first meeting was supposed to be in Toronto but our schedule did not jive. He had a dinner meeting and it was late when he texted me back. He was fully loaded the next day so it did not work for us either. He said, he might have a schedule in San Diego but he doesn’t know when. He travels mostly in east coast. In DC, New York, New England, Baltimore and some other cities like Chicago, Tampa, Ft Lauderdale, Miami, Dallas, Kansas City, Atlanta, San Francisco, Los Angeles and even some areas in Canada too like Vancouver, Winnipeg, Alberta, Ottawa and his favorite city, Toronto. He’s fortunate to travel all 50 states. God, I would love to have his job.

When I got his text, I have no Idea what to reply. I wanted to see him but I have not tried driving to L.A. alone and I don’t have the guts to drive that far. Thank God he called me that night telling me he’s willing to get a hotel accommodation in Carlsbad area- almost 40 miles from where I’m at. I told him and made myself clear that “no expectations, whatever happen happens” and agreed with it.

I lied about him to my folks. I told them I’m going to spend a night with my friends from work and we might hit the beaches the next day. I hate to lie but they were undeniably convinced when I was telling them my piece. Well, honestly I’m pretty bad at it but have I mentioned I’m a very good actor?

I knocked three times on the door with three bold digits next to it. The door opened and there he was, Steve wearing an orange Lacoste polo shirt and a pair of jeans. I went straight inside and noticed there’s only one (king size) bed in that room, sweet! After a small talk, we head out to grab a dinner. I’m not familiar with the area so we ended up eating in a pub. It was not that bad but it was not the place we pictured ourselves having dinner. We went back to the hotel early at 20 because I wanted to watch the Idol elimination. He changed his clothes to PJ’s. He asked me to rub his back, well I have no choice but to say yes. Free food and free hotel in exchange of a back rub? That’s nothing.

Idol was over and it’s time for me to get ready to go to bed. I took a shower, brush my teeth and when I got back he’s already underneath the sheets. I lay beside him and started cuddling. The light was turned off and next thing I know, we were missing our clothes and looking for lube.

~The end~