I wouldn’t say that I was ever a nerd at school, but I was guilty by association because the gays and the geeks formed a sort of unofficial coalition in my year – safety in numbers I guess – and we’d all hang out during breaktime (of course the gayness was unspoken at the time).
I’ve not kept up with any of those people, but I like to imagine they’ve turned into some of the most interesting adults – much more so than the ‘popular’ kids at school.
Over the holidays I got a taste of what the future might have been: I got invited to a gay geeks’ party. I say “party” but it turned out to be board games and sci-fi TV. At least there was alcohol, which is a step up from school.
You might ask how I ended up there in the first place. Well, the guy who hosted it I’ve known for a short time – met through a mutual friend. He invited me along and, newly single, I was up for some Christmas mingle. I didn’t go along without back-up, however – my friend Linda not happy about missing a much cooler party and I’m very aware that I now “owe her big time”.
The night turned out to be something of an anti-climax: nine people (8 guys and Linda) all sitting down didn’t make for the liveliest of times. Linda already had a pre-agreed escape plan (which she quickly used) in the event that I might get lucky, but I hadn’t planned an escape for myself!
With half the group made up of couples and another guy – the host’s roommate and least geeky of the lot – already spoken for, my cock prospects were seriously dented. Not that it mattered much either way because there was something kind of sexless about this bunch and the one guy I rather liked seemed totally oblivious to my advances (or was just being kind). In fact it was an effort to steer the conversation away from anything other than Dr. Who and Being Human… No; much better to leave them to play with their new toys.
Can you believe I actually fell asleep at one point towards the end of the night – very embarrassing – and woke up to the sound of laughter and goodbyes as the last few guys left just me and the host on his couch (the roommate had already made his excuses). He tried to persuade me to stay the night on account of my tiredness and was a little hazy on where exactly I’d be sleeping. He seemed to suddenly be sitting closer – and when did his hand creep over to my thigh?
I made my excuses and got my coat; he cut me off at the front door and was now blocking my exit. Holding the door handle and in no apparent hurry to let me leave he said something about being very glad I turned up and what a lovely evening it had been, then long pause as he stared at me, waiting for something in return – awkward moment now…
“Yeah; had a great time. Gotta be up early tomorrow, though,” I lied.
This didn’t throw him off the scent, however, and next thing he’s moving in for a full on smooch.
“Card!” I quickly throw at him. “I haven’t given you your Christmas card.”
I pull his card out of my jacket and hand it to him. This little distraction works like a dream and as he opens it I make for the door. He still tries for a proper kiss as I leave, but I turn at the last minute and he gets my cheek. As I walk down the street I think to myself that maybe these gay geeks aren’t quite so innocent after all.
Attack of the gay geeks
I wouldn’t say that I was ever a nerd at school, but I was guilty by association because the gays and the geeks formed a sort of unofficial coalition in my year – safety in numbers I guess – and we’d all hang out during breaktime (of course the gayness was unspoken at the time).
I’ve not kept up with any of those people, but I like to imagine they’ve turned into some of the most interesting adults – much more so than the ‘popular’ kids at school.
Over the holidays I got a taste of what the future might have been: I got invited to a gay geeks’ party. I say “party” but it turned out to be board games and sci-fi TV. At least there was alcohol, which is a step up from school.
You might ask how I ended up there in the first place. Well, the guy who hosted it I’ve known for a short time – met through a mutual friend. He invited me along and, newly single, I was up for some Christmas mingle. I didn’t go along without back-up, however – my friend Linda not happy about missing a much cooler party and I’m very aware that I now “owe her big time”.
The night turned out to be something of an anti-climax: nine people (8 guys and Linda) all sitting down didn’t make for the liveliest of times. Linda already had a pre-agreed escape plan (which she quickly used) in the event that I might get lucky, but I hadn’t planned an escape for myself!
With half the group made up of couples and another guy – the host’s roommate and least geeky of the lot – already spoken for, my cock prospects were seriously dented. Not that it mattered much either way because there was something kind of sexless about this bunch and the one guy I rather liked seemed totally oblivious to my advances (or was just being kind). In fact it was an effort to steer the conversation away from anything other than Dr. Who and Being Human… No; much better to leave them to play with their new toys.
Can you believe I actually fell asleep at one point towards the end of the night – very embarrassing – and woke up to the sound of laughter and goodbyes as the last few guys left just me and the host on his couch (the roommate had already made his excuses). He tried to persuade me to stay the night on account of my tiredness and was a little hazy on where exactly I’d be sleeping. He seemed to suddenly be sitting closer – and when did his hand creep over to my thigh?
I made my excuses and got my coat; he cut me off at the front door and was now blocking my exit. Holding the door handle and in no apparent hurry to let me leave he said something about being very glad I turned up and what a lovely evening it had been, then long pause as he stared at me, waiting for something in return – awkward moment now…
“Yeah; had a great time. Gotta be up early tomorrow, though,” I lied.
This didn’t throw him off the scent, however, and next thing he’s moving in for a full on smooch.
“Card!” I quickly throw at him. “I haven’t given you your Christmas card.”
I pull his card out of my jacket and hand it to him. This little distraction works like a dream and as he opens it I make for the door. He still tries for a proper kiss as I leave, but I turn at the last minute and he gets my cheek. As I walk down the street I think to myself that maybe these gay geeks aren’t quite so innocent after all.