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February 06, 2006
More Musical Theater!
In mid-December, Steve, The Guy I've Been Seeing, began introducing me to some of his friends-- not at all unusual for such a situation, I'd say, in fact, judging from what I've seen the people do on the TV, this is what the people do when they are doing "the dating": They meet each other's friends and/ or pet cats. As I met more of Steve's friends, a pattern began to emerge: a goodly percentage of them were male, and straight. This is not all that unusual for such a situation either, I suppose, except that given the circles I spin in, such quantities of straight men seemed downright exotic. I suppose, actually, that I'm friends with some straight men, but they're the kind of straight men who tend to be the rumored to be gay from time to time, to wear tight pants, and to have more female friends than male. I forgot that people, in the world, watch sports.
Anyway, a while ago, in December again, I was joking with Steve about how I might have to readjust my socially appropriate meter which, let's be honest, is pretty wonky by anyone's standards. I said something like, "Oh, I'm just so out of touch with this crowd. I have no idea what these straights go in for these days. How do they feel about Liza Minelli and buttplugs? Oh no, whatever will we talk about?"
So on Thursday, Steve, straight friend Nick and I were at Steve's apartment smoking pot, etc. There had been some intention of watching Dead Man but Steve forgot to rent it, so to the closet it was to look for something else. It was there that the fateful DVD was discovered: My Fair Lady!
Nick: We could watch My Fair Lady ha ha ha! Because Steve owns it ha ha!
Me: Ha ha!
Steve: Ok!
Nick: The only way I'd watch that is if we got really ridiculously stoned first and then watched it!
Me: Ha.
Steve: Ok!
And then we did. It was totally the same dynamic that leads to group sex situations. People are fucked up, joking around, maybe flirting a little, teasing each other, and then there's one person who is just not kidding at all and suddenly you don't where your bra went, what that girl from your freshman dorm is doing here and frankly you're better off not knowing who the erection pressing against your leg belongs to, because the high's wearing thin and you're going to want to start locating the closest exits NOW. I imagine. I mean, I'm just guessing here. In this case, of course, instead of the whole realizing you're missing your panties thing, it was more that the "Street Where You Live" musical number is beginning and Nick, looking flushed and embaressed, is making a hasty departure for home, but you catch my drift-- no one was comfortable making eye contact afterwards.
Bringing this all full circle, later that night, when Steve and I were going to bed, I said to Steve, "hey, Steve, remember how, a while ago, I was all, 'I guess it's going to be an adjustment being around all your straight friends, and I didn't know what to expect; I didn't know how hanging out with them would be different from hanging out with my gay friends? Well, now I know. It's pretty much the same. Except, you know, straight guys, apparently, watch a lot MORE MUSICAL THEATER."
Posted by hissycat at February 6, 2006 02:48 PM
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Murder will out... Conrad
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A new broom sweeps clean... Christopher
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One today is worth two tomorrow... Charles
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The work shows the workman... Dionise
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