Your Face Doesn't Ring a Bell, but How About Dropping Your Pants...

a friend of mine called me this morning and mentioned that he had a date tonight. He waxed poetic about his potential new beau ("he's 35, 6'5" and has a great job", "we talked on the phone for, like, 2 hours last night") who sounds like a great catch. the more we talked and the more he described him, the more familiar the guy sounded. apparently, this came through in my voice, because my friend finally asked me if i...knew...him. hmmmmmmm....

take a quarter. on top of the quarter place a nickel. on top of the nickel, place a dime.
the quarter is Staten island.
the nickel is Gay Staten Island
the dime is the percentage of Gay Staten Island that i "know" (read: blew in the backseat or met online and consequently blew on their couch while their wife/roommate/friend was at work/visiting their mother/getting laid somewhere else).

odds are good that i might know my friend's new fella.

now, i don't think this would be a problem (at least not for me), but one never knows. i think with Staten Island's gay community being so small, it's kind of inevitable that at some point one of your friends would either date or hook up with a past trick, right? it's happened to me before, where a guy i was seeing has introduced me to his friends and i know at least one of them (who happened to be in a long term relationship when we hooked up, unbeknownst to me and his significant other).

as for my friend, i'm not sure if he'd be ok or not with me possibly having slept with (read that as you will), his potential boyfriend. he's pretty easy going and knows how small Staten Island is. i think he'd be ok with it, and i'm hoping he wouldn't let a potentially good guy slip through his fingers because of it. like all friends, i want him to be happy and settled with a guy who'll treat him right.

i know stephen, though, and i'm pretty sure that it wouldn't sit well with him if my friend and his guy were to hit it off, become a couple, and were we all to hang out (read: double date). he's fine with the past staying in the past, but when the past is sitting on your couch drinking your cappucino, that's a whole different ball of wax. it's a valid form of irk, i must say, even if i don't particularly share it. there's a chance i'm wrong though; he never ceases to surprise me (which is what i love most about him).

anyway, my friend sent me a picture of said fella, and though very good looking, doesn't look "familiar". at 6'5" they would make a stunning couple and i'm wondering how he'll look in a tux, and the two of them dancing at our wedding...