I missed spending time with Ruby, though was hoping that the more time I spent away from the apartment, perhaps she could draw Chloe out of the Dbag world of the NYC bar scene. Whether gay or straight I could not understand why someone would want to spend every single hour of every single day in those places. And this sentiment is coming from a single woman.
Phil invited me out to Staten Island and I decided that I did owe him a trip to that isolated world, as he did drive around almost every borough when we last spent time together. This would also be a great opportunity to allow Ruby to show Chloe the satisfaction of spending an evening at home with the person who you love, a few DVDs (that are not porn), Wii, and dirty, yummy Chinese food.
Phil met me at the first X1 bus stop after the Verrazano Bridge. We drove to Talay Thai on Hylan Boulevard and had a tasty dinner and great conversation.
After tea and Banana Ma Ma, Phil asked, "Hey, want to come back to my place to watch Last of the Mohicans?"
It seemed that my plans for Ruby were actually playing out on my date, which suited me just fine.
"Yes, sure. I have never seen the film, though it has been on my must see list, for ages", I admitted.
Phil's mother's house was a beautiful, old, side hall colonial. It needed a great deal of work, though it was they type of older home that I loved.
His apartment was located in the back and protected by a huge rottweiler named Kat...the lady of the house. It was not really an apartment, though a few rooms with a bedroom, bathroom, refrigerator, and separate entrance from the main house.
I greeted Kat and love dogs, though this puppy was beyond hyper.
"This", began Phil, "is the woman in my life...well aside from my mom, of course".
Oh no, that was strange. I told myself that I should not be too quick to judge and focused on the enormous bear/beast/dog who was trying to love me a little too much. "She is beautiful", I said. I was not lying, the dog was beautiful, though it seemed that Phil and Kat's relationship was one that was extremely close...and perhaps strange as well. He did treat her like the woman of the house or rather the woman of the extra room behind his mother's house.
Phil, Kat, and I watched the movie from the bed. I don't know if it was nerves, immaturity, or what the deal was, though Phil, the 31 year old, covered my eyes with his hands during the love scenes (which made me wonder what he would do if we watched porn), rather than showing me how talented he could be if he put them to good use.
It was late by the time the movie finished and I wanted to go home as this evening was strange and I needed some time to digest not only the Thai food, though also what exactly was going on in Phil's world. He offered to drive me home to Manhattan, though I declined.
We kissed goodnight and I hopped on the 78 bus to the R train in Bay Ridge. I didn't know what his deal was. I think he liked me and he felt a good deal of responsibility toward his mother, though was obviously immature when it comes to the opposite sex. Were these Mommy issues or was I overreacting?
I walked in the door to Ruby's and my apartment at around 2 am and was met by a flashing television, empty Chinese food containers, and Wii games scattered everywhere. I thought that this could be a very good or bad sign. After rinsing off the rottweiler slobber from my body, I went to bed hoping that my plan to allow the happy couple to create their own world was successful...and that I would not feel so awkward in Phil's world again. --Frankie
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