Matt from Lexington (aka Cinderfella) - m4m - 22 (guerilla queer bar)

Date: 2009-10-03, 9:20PM EDT

At first I was nervous that you'd be put off by the fact that when we met, I was alone in the coat room, drinking from a bottle of jack daniels. My fears were quickly assuaged, however, as you were clearly unfazed by this and very friendly.

The next 20 magical minutes were spent in a charming convo covering topics such as... lexington... and... maybe education reform? I can't say for certain, due to the effects of A) the multiple, multiple beers I'd had at dinner B) your cool hair C) the aforementioned jack daniels.

Anyway, so we're having a grand ole time, just chumming it up like a regular Blanche and Dorothy, then, ALL OF THE SUDDEN, your coat is on and you are out the door with barely a parting word. I would not be at all surprised if you had left a sensible glass loafer on the stairs in the lobby. If I hadn't seen your back going out the door, I probably would have thought you Disapparated.

Now I really can't blame you for wanting to escape my whiskey-soaked ass, but your "last stroke of midnight"-inspired methodology was a little distressing (and lot impressive). At any rate, I think that things had been going pretty well -until you literally ran away in the other direction- don't you? If you want to give it another shot, do get back to me (and tell me what I was wearing or something in your reply). If next time, you again feel the need to GTFO of the room, I'll totally understand and won't hold it against you.

note: there is also a possibility your name is not Matt.... Matt or not, I thought you were great.