After the all guy party at Mark's, I had even more confusion about my sexuality. Before, I was only physically attracted to women, but enjoyed sex with men. However, there was something about Tom that I was attracted to.
I spent the weekend alone for the first time in about a month. It was nice to rest after the crazy sex over the past few weeks. I have done things I never did before, and some things I never even considered doing. The confusing part was that I liked it all; men, women, couples, gay, bi, straight.
On Tuesday I got a call from Tom. He wanted to know if we could get together to talk about things. He invited me over to dinner on Wednesday, which I accepted.
I wasn't sure what to expect. Tom was very nervous at the party, but told me he liked what I did for him. I texted Mark to get an idea of what Tom was expecting, and he told me that Tom was interested in learning more about me. He didn't have any other information, so I figured I would be ready for anything.
I texted Tom to ask what I could bring, and he said a bottle of white wine. Normally, I don't drink wine, but I seemed to now be involved with a group that drinks a lot of wine. So I asked in the liquor store what they would recommend, and they suggested a few wines in different price ranges. I chose a mid-priced one, and made sure to refrigerate it.
On Wednesday, I drove over to Tom's, and arrived a few minutes late. When he opened the door, he greeted me with a smile and a gentle handshake. "Glad you could make it!"
I handed him the wine. Tom looked at the label and said, βPerfect!" and put it in the refrigerator.
My first impression was how neat and organized everything was. It didn't look like a normal single guy's place. When I mentioned how nice it was, Tom responded by telling me he gets ribbed a lot by his friends, that the place was a little to "girly" for a guy. He said his last girlfriend had a lot to do with the decoration of the place. I congratulated him on keeping it nice. I would have fallen back to my normal semi-sloppiness.
I offered to help with dinner, but Tom said, "No, you are my guest. I have everything covered."
He made stuffed flounder with rice, and steamed fresh vegetables. I watched him make everything with a precision that I don't have. Tom apparently knew how to cook.
The table was already set when I got there, and when dinner was ready, Tom lit two candles. I asked for a corkscrew, opened the wine, and poured us each a glass.
The dinner was excellent, with everything cooked to perfection. When I complemented Tom on his cooking skills, he seemed a little embarrassed. He said he liked cooking, especially for friends.
I could tell Tom was still a little nervous about our situation. On the other hand I was completely calm. Dinner conversation was mostly getting-to-know you chat; our jobs, hobbies, favorite sports teams, etc.