Last night I met a guy I actually dreamt of while sleeping right next to him. Gary and I have been chatting online for a couple weeks now. Gary. Ref#:9,989,690. Age: 42. He lives in Connecticut and since he doesn't come into the city every day, we figured yesterday would be nice to meet up while he was in to see The Lion King with a friend. The funny thing about the Internet is the fact that you never know if whatever electronic connection you have with someone will translate to a connection in person. We'd definitely flirted online but I was unsure if I'd actually be flirty with him if we were face to face.

I was busy during the day working on the new project with Keri. I'm sure I could've made time to see Gary. Maybe interest was dwindling. Maybe I just didn't feel like being around anyone. I'm not exactly sure. He called me a couple times. Something changed later in the night though and I had this weird urge to meet him. Maybe to just get it over and done with. I mean, the very first time I started talking to him I figured he'd be the typical Gay.com flake. I called him probably around 10 and got his voice mail. I didn't leave a message and I figured I probably blew the chance.

I didn't.

He called back about a half hour later. A sort of 'last chance' call I guess before heading back to Connecticut. I was glad he did and quickly got dressed and headed to New York. We had decided to meet outside View because he was already in the area and that was the only place I know there well enough.

I walked up and this guy who was petting a dog smiled at me. 'He's cute and he likes dogs ...hmmm.' We had no plans and ended up walking aimlessly around Chelsea. Just walking and talking. His hand brushing my lower back every now and then. My feelings were mixed but I tried not to let my signals be. Being cute and liking dogs were not enough. I held back and my hands pretty much stuck to holding my denim jacket. But then something changed again. My eyes made him more and more endearing and when we ran out of things to talk about, my lips uttered the words, "Do you wanna come back to my place?"

Eeep!

It wasn't out of desperation for closeness. I realized I liked him. That the night was near perfect. That our flirty electronic connection was just as good in person.

Traffic was hell and it was already a little after 1. While waiting to get through the tunnel I looked over at Gary then leaned in and kissed him. An 'I'm sorry we're stuck in traffic'-kiss. But one fueled by the rest of the night. We got back to my apartment and after very little talking, clothes fell. But it was moving up to 3am and the night was too good for an orgasm. I know it's weird but the rise and fall of orgasmic bliss can kill things for me. Gary didn't press. After lots of kissing, hands on skin, skin on skin ...we fell asleep. We fell asleep and I actually dreamt about the guy who was lying naked right next to me. Maybe it wasn't exactly a dream but my brain simply recalling and airbrushing certain parts of the night. I can't remember.

At around 5am the back of my neck was the target of premeditated attack of kisses. My eyes slowly opened. He sensed that and his arms held me tighter. I rolled over, met his eyes and stared into them. More kissing. My fingers running up and down his back. Whispers of my 'beautiful body.' We settled for a while before my alarm went off. Gary had to get back to Connecticut for work. We got up and showered together. Playing house while Mark's away.

It was cold and rainy when I walked Gary to his car.

"Get in, I want to kiss you," he smiled.

"Why do I have to get in the car? You can kiss me right here."