
So I Googled the young man, Justin, with whom Nathan and I flirted last Saturday night in Germantown, Ohio, after the wedding of Lord Dan the Temporarily Hawaiian, and found him on Friendster and then LJ. I messaged him on Friendster and left my email address, and was delighted to see his response in my inbox today. His email was a fascinating lesson in assumptions, hearsay, and subjectivity of viewpoint: whereas it was the consensus of the gay Cheese Lords present that Justin was (a) closeted/conflicted w/r/t sexual orientation, (b) very drunk, (c) actively flirting back, and (d) subject to bed-putting by our mutual friend Sarah; his response to me made it clear (politely but candidly) that he was (a) not particularly tortured by the conflict between his own orientation and the "official" version of Christianity, (a.2) bisexual (probably) in orientation but intent on staying a virgin until married (or, he says, "publicly committed"), (b) in possession of all his faculties, (c) not remotely interested in me, Nathan, or any other Cheeselord (but "too drunk to be mean," which Yay, way to go, good quality, cultivate that, most people are precisely the opposite), and (d) far less interested in physical flirtation than in "jovial banter," such as that Sarah provided on the way home.
My initial email spelled out why I hunted him up on teh interwebs: I was concerned about the aftermath of what might have been a "drunken outing" that went against a habitual, religion-borne restraint/self-denial or even self-mis-ID as a straightboy. This was genuine concern and came from having seen this phenomenon (doo-doo-de-doo-doo) too many times before (starting with my first case of puppy love, Bill Galinas, who blew out of my life faster than the time it took to blow him, on 19830205). Also, though it's undeniable I found him attractive and was all ready to do him should the opportunity present itself, I also found Justin engaging and funny and nice, and I thought I would sort of feel him out as a potential "pen pal" (heehee, I used to have pen pals, heehee). The fact that he responded quickly and candidly certainly reinforces that potential.
I'm not certain he believed these reasons; his email is ambiguous enough to suppose he suspects me to be pursuing a sexual or romantic relationship (which between Madison, Wisconsin and D.C. is just silly). Plus he's 16 years my junior, which who cares for a bar hookup, but.
Bottom line = new friendship, maybe, and one I actively cultivated. So much for a lifetime of misanthropy...