Each year my friend, Andy, takes me out to lunch for my birthday. Although I find him very attractive, and I think the feeling is mutual, we've never had sex together. My thought was it might ruin a great friendship. However, sex is often a topic of discussion between the two of us. Our lunch conversation ranges from bitching about work to guys we've dated recently.
But I missed everything Andy was talking about when I saw a gorgeous guy walk into the restaurant by himself and be escorted to a window table. He was about six feet tall, with curly black hair. long dark eyelashes, steel blue eyes, a deep brown tan and a physique that couldn't be hidden by the causal Italian clothes he was wearing. With his square jaw and neatly trimmed black mustache he looked like a male calendar model. My eyes must have lingered on him a little too long, because he sensed someone was watching him and looked over my way. Embarrassed, I quickly looked away, but not before he flashed me a beautiful white smile as his gaze returned to his menu.
Andy brought me out of my fog with "Jeff, snap out of it! You haven't heard a work I've said. I was asking you what you wanted for your birthday."
I smiled, thought for a moment and responded, "Actually, the best birthday present in the world would be the guy sitting at the table behind you. He really makes my balls sweat."
Andy glanced over his shoulder, looked back at me with a shit-eating grin and proceeded to tell me he actually knew the guy. He'd met him at a friend's party one night a couple months before. He told me the guy was gay, Italian and single. His name was Tony and he was a fireman for the city - and a really nice guy. I couldn't believe it! The man of my (wet) dreams was sitting at the next table and my best friend Andy knew him.