Boy Toy February 26, 2007

( I commented on Girl Dates London the other day that when you find yourself going for men who play hard to get or don’t show you the attention you need it’s probably because you’re still looking to be single (or possibly don’t appreciate how fabulous you really are). I’d say the same for fooling around with guys who are way, way younger than you, aka boy toys. That said the naughtiness of getting it on with a university lad on Friday was totally fun. Here’s the story.)

There must have been something in the air last Friday.

It started off in the morning with an internet technician trying to pick me up while he set up my long awaited internet connection in my bedroom/office. It started with cheesy lines like “ Do you like to go out?” At first I thought he was just being friendly but as I gave him a cheery goodbye and said have a nice day, he responded “ It would be a much nicer day if you gave me your phone number, wanna go for lunch?” …uh yeah, buh bye.

Then at noon I took my coworker out for a farewell lunch. I’ve developed a rapport with the guys at the Warehouse Grill who always like to tease me, but today they were extra friendly, eager to chat and offered us free cookies at the end of our lunch. The gruff Italian chef, who I’ve always had a little thing for, even smiled at me…weird.

By nightfall I was raring to go. I decided that my week of ultimate stress had to be relieved with a little drinkin’ and dancin’ I took my new Parisian roommate out to her first contemporary dance performance and then went on the search for a good bar where we could dance the night away.

Many glasses of white wine later, the music started pumping. We danced up a storm and got picked up by some charming university boys who were out for a good time. As the hours went by the crowd started to thin, you could feel the sexual tension in the small bar. Everyone who had lasted until 3:00am was now drunk, free of inhibitions and open to the possibilities. At one point it felt like I could have gone home with my pick that night.

What I do remember was grabbing the cute skater guy with the hoody who we’d been hanging out with and kissing him on the ice of a freezing cold parking lot off Queen st. After two months of no action it felt awesome to let go and taste his rosy lips. Like a little puppy dog he followed me home…

(He kinda looked a little like this.)