I spend a good part of the night just sipping on beer, while Ethan and I continue not talking. I don't even try, it's pointless now. Conversation is clearly up to him.
He leaves the bar with basically the same departure line as the night before. I go home and spank my monkey in the shower, and I'm exhausted after. Thankfully I can get right to sleep.
I'm a nervous mess when the following night rolls around. Will Ethan show? Has Ethan labeled me as a 'faggot' in his own mind? I'm ready to shit a damn brick by the time he finally shows. He's late, but he takes the seat at our table with a casual greeting.
The rest of the week seems to follow on schedule. Ethan shows every night and sits with me, and Johnathon stays the hell away, though at times I spot him watching from a distance like the total creep he is. Finally, I pick up my balls that seemed to have fallen off and put them back in place. I don't go to Rogue's at all for the next three nights.
I think I piss myself. I get so excited when Ethan texts me the third night. I'm not going to lie. If he wouldn't have reached out to me, I would have started from the beginning and just decided we weren't quite there yet. But he texted me.
Ethan's message reads:
Dude, are you alive?
I respond with a simple, short:
Yes, busy.
He replies:
Ok. Have fun with that.
I snicker, and maybe dance around a little, whilst I'm naked. He's so much fun. He's so interested it's not even funny, even if he doesn't know what he's interested in quite yet.
About fifteen minutes later—I forced myself not to text again too soon—I shoot him another message:
Hey Hotshot, gonna be at Rogue's tomorrow night? I think I'll finally be free then! ~J
His response comes back pretty quickly, I don't even have a chance to put my phone down. Alright, so maybe I had the death grip on that sucker waiting for his reply.
J - I'll be at Rogue's around 9. Save me a seat. Set's good tonight, too bad you can't make it.
Call me an optimist, but I'm positive he's going to be a sure thing—and a pistol in bed to boot. Taking into account the difference between his demeanor in public and through text, I start to wonder if maybe he is in fact a little socially inept.
I still need to hear his story.
But that can wait for now, because I totally just scored my first real date with Mr. Bennett, and he really doesn't have a clue what he's gotten himself into.