Enter Mr X.

 I guess I should start filling in the blanks regarding Mr X, soon it will have been three months. Unfortunately life went crazy and I missed blogging about meeting him. Basically it was the way people kept telling me a relationship would happen. The moment I wasn't even thinking about finding someone, was the moment I met someone.

 February 24, the weather had been perfect. I had decided to try bowling with an all gay group. I was more worried about looking stupid as I never bowled before than thinking about finding someone. I wanted to socialize with other gay men, maybe someone had a single friend.

 Slightly nervous I went in, I was a little early and there were only two guys so far. My gaydar worked for once and I asked if they were with the LGBTQ group. One guy was around my age, I found him friendly and cute as well, the other man was much older but still very handsome. The younger man told me to play on his team and soon a group of guys showed up.

  I had a great time, I did really well that night for a first try. They were a really relaxed down to earth group. Nice guys, there were no innuendo or sexual jokes. Sometimes that gets annoying in the wrong setting. I was really getting along with a couple of guys my age, I was picturing them as teenagers and thinking how it would have been nice to know each other when we were in high school. Life would have been so much better with the support of friends. The first guy I met, had a very expressive face, he would make all these cute expressions every time he did well or struck out. He was making me laugh and very calmly giving me advice on how to bowl. I definitely wanted to become friends with him and another guy with blue, blue eyes, both men I found very attractive. We seemed to hit it off, they asked me to join them after for coffee and treats at a bakery up the street. I found that sweet because when they first asked me if I wanted to go out with them after... I assumed a bar, my own stereotypes coming into play.

 I was trying to figure out where everyone fit in the group, regarding couples or single men. Mr blue eyes said he had a husband, a few of the other guys did as well. The first guy I had met, was telling blue eyes that he was ready to date again, that he had been single for over a year. Later when we arrived at the bakery, this guy seemed to linger for a second, as if waiting to choose his seat so as to be sitting next to me. He was really easy to talk to.

 I have to take a moment and pat myself on the back. Most of the guys were impressed that I would just show up alone and start making friends, honestly I didn't have a choice, either I do it alone or probably never. However instead of the wall flower that I usually am, I was very outgoing that night, I kept wonder where the heck this was coming from. After a while, I suddenly noticed that the guy who waited to sit down beside me, was really nervous talking to me, he kept apologizing for talking so much and so fast. I thought hmmm... message received.. game on! I became slightly aroused, yes he would become my Mr X.

 After when it was time to go, as luck would have it, the two of us had parked our cars far from the others so we had to walk together. We were having a good chat and when we reached our cars we kept on talking and talking, neither of us wanted to go. I was scrambling inside, what do I do, how do I move this forward, story of my life I'm letting this moment slip away. Then no lie... I wondered what you guys would tell me to do. In my head I heard, "you could ask him for his number".

 Trying to sound like Mr Smooth guy I said, "I'm not trying to hit on you or anything but why don't I get your number and we could hang out, maybe meet up for drinks or a coffee sometime". Like teenagers we pulled out our phones and dialed each other. I said that I had to get going. I went to shake his hand and said it was nice meeting him. He laughed and said it was okay to hug him, as I was letting him go, I said,"plus you're so frigging good looking"... that really caught him off guard. He joked that it's not fair to say that and leave, slightly embarrassed he thanked me.

 Later on he often told me that he loved the "I'm not hitting on you" remark, (I totally was lol) and the "you're frigging good looking" remark because it's nice to get a compliment but also because he realized then that I liked him as well.

 There you have it folks, the night that I met Mr X. I'm going to try to fill in a few more details, mostly for my own memories. It was a beautiful winter evening, a perfect setting. Almost a scene out of a gay Hallmark movie, lol but you know that's exactly the type of first meeting I wanted.