But here is the creepy part. After the show I left (shocking!) I had gone by myself as I didn't know Roommate's plans for the evening. As I was leaving the building, this guy and I made eye-contact. Oh golly...Then he started talking to me. I didn't want to be rude, so I answered him and we conversed about the show. We went one block and I had to go straight, and he went straight. Another block the same thing. And again. It got a little strange after a while. But this James character and I were walking around, conversing, I now know plenty about him, but when we got to my street, I paused. He asked where I lived. I pointed in the opposite direction or my building and said, "up there some place." Here's the thing. I was pretty damn sure the guy was gay. It was just something about him that just made my gay-dar go off, but I really didn't want to assume.
My moment of glory for the night: James was confused for a second as to where to go. He said he had to get to 6th Avenue, and he didn't know where to go. He's a New Yorker even, though he is from Queens. I gave him directions! I felt so proud of myself. After only being here for 17 days, I was able to give someone directions! Happy Happy Happy Me!
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