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Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Proof that I’ve been out of the dating scene a little too long

Funny ending to the story about the hot guy with whom I was flirting Sunday afternoon during the Bears-Saints game.

It starts off Sunday evening: I’m filling Snidgey in on the deets when, for some reason appropos of nothing, I decided to see if he’s listed in the phone book. His name is kind of common, but sure enough, there was someone by that name in the phonebook in the town in which he lived. At first I thought Ok, what, if anything, should I do with this information? but blew it off until the next day, when I was telling one of my editors about it. We chuckled, and then I kinda forgot about it aGAIN until one of our writers called me up looking for a Colts fan. (I told said editor the group’s patriarch was the Colts fan, and this cat’s rounding them up to chat with them over the next few weeks.) I told him to find out if Hot Guy was single ... or, perhaps I could give him a call to find out patriarch’s digits, maybe ...!?? Hmmmmm ...

Fast forward to today. I was talking to Pops (and Peaps, who had the cutest case of the hiccups EVER), and I ran the whole story down to her. She was thrilled that I was taking initiative, etc., and it turns out that she KNOWS the family through her hub. Well, HOT PISS, I say! Ask Hub if he knows Hot Guy! This is awesome! So she texts him.

I was nattering on about something when, a few minutes later, I get:

Well, you’re not going to want to date (Hot Guy).



“Oh?" I say. “Why’s that!??”

Because he’s (Hub’s friend’s brother’s) PARTNER.



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Now, having more friends and family of the gay persuasion than I can shake a well-toned ass at, I like to think that my gaydar’s pretty well-honed; I mean, I imMEDIATEly picked out the gay brother, but I just figured he was there hanging out with his fam. But Hot Guy? NOT. ONE. CLUE. Honest to God, I was absolutely floored before Pops and I started laughing our asses off.

She and Tara were bummed that it shook out like that—he being the first guy I’ve taken a serious shine to in forever—but I’m actually still kinda giggling over it. I cannot beLIEVE I didn’t see it coming.


Posted by Broad6:01 PM
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