Great minds think alike

I'm ill, barely made it out of bed today. I guess the lifestyle I've led for the past few weeks is bound to catch up with me at some point...

Yesterday night was fun. I had my little 5 minutes of fame as a comic-with-a-laughing-audience when I blurted out quite loudly that, anyway, Velasquez had never painted anything else than Spanish crossed-gened bastards on obese horses, and, to pump up my ego, have been asked a few times where I had studied arts history...

Unfortunately, as my gay friend Mike and I made the sad observation during our cigarette break outside the gallery, the two of us were quite lowering the medium age of the crowd attending... Still we got ourselves into yet another one of those typical fights:
Me: "Shame it's mostly full of "friends" of the gallery, it doesn't make them really young, does it?
-Mike: I know... Well, there still is that guy...
-The cute blond one behind the reception desk?
-Haha, great minds think alike!
-Well, I'd bet he's gay though...
-Shame, isn't it?
-Listen, don't pretend to make that sorry face, I'm the one who should be sorry if he's gay!
-He works in the arts darling, hence he's gay. Give it a rest!
-How would you know? May I remind you that your gay-dar is broken?
-How dare you? I don't think so!
-10pounds?
-Deal!"

And there we were again, alternatively trying to chat that guy up. Well, at the end, he did give his number to me, which made me a tenner richer and I bought Mike a drink when we left the gallery!

Not that I'm planning to call him anytime soon. Even if I was the lucky one, I still have doubts concerning his sexuality, and I'm far to busy at the moment...

OG left me a message basically saying that he could'nt wait for another night together. And as I'm no one to turn down that kind of offer, I left him a quite positive answer... Meaning that I should be expecting a phone call from him sometime tomorrow...

But there comes in French Guy. The combined facts that we had such a great time on Tuesday night and that he keeps leaving me all those sweet messages, make him really hard to shake from my head. I really don't like admitting it, but I'm completely mesmerized. And he really behaves like he's expecting some kind of long term thing with me. I mean, wow, that's great! But now I'm confronted with it, I'm not sure I'm ready for this... Any kind of settled down monogamy that is.
All this is completely freaking me out, because yes, I could see myself in a relashionship with the boy, and to my grand surprise, it looks like he can, too!
FRIGHTENING.

Well, anyway, he's away in France this week-end, and we already planned dinner plus extras on monday night. I'm scarying myself shitless by being litteraly physically unable to wait until then!

And regarding OG tomorrow, I guess I'll just do what my conscience will tell me to when he calls. The thing is, I am still clue-less about what it will tell me...