Carrie and Chuck

Antonio and I went for an amazing dinner in the Meatpacking District on Friday. We went to Fig and Olive, which is a trendy Mediterranean restaurant. The food was amazing. Our dates are getting better and better each time. I guess as we continue to date, things become more comfortable and there's less pressure. Afterward we strolled through the Highline and enjoyed the view of the Hudson. As we walking back to his place, we saw four girls dressed to the nines. They looked fabulous! There was one standout girl; we decided to call her Carrie. She was stunning...from the back. Since we were walking behind them we never saw her face. But her ass was...wow! Even we could appreciate it. It was so funny because every day practically broke their neck try to get a glance. They holler, "Hey baby! Yo, you in the white. I got what you want!" Of course they girl kept right on strutting without giving anyone a second glance. It must be awesome to be so attractive that you literally stop traffic.

Then we were on a quiet, tree-lined street. We were holding hands and admiring the huge townhomes. I heard some guy from behind us ask us if we could tell him where the "gay district" was. We decided to call him Chuck. At first, I thought he was trying to be insulting. But then he told us that he was looking to go to a gay bar and meet people. He said that because we were holding hands that we'd know of a great place. Antonio gave him directions to the Village. Of course, we were in Chelsea so I don't really know how this guy couldn't find something gay to do. I felt bad for him - he was wearing baggy jeans and an over-sized Yankees t-shirt. Someone desperately needs to tell him that we wear our clothes tight. He was very Justin on his first time to Liberty Avenue on QAF. But then he walked away twisting his butt with the best of them. I wonder what happened to him. Did he find what he was looking for?

Only in New York...