Update:
Okay, so we met at the mall earlier today around 4pm. He had told me that he wanted to go shopping for a coat--and we did--but he ended up wanting to go shopping like...for real. We went to Macy's and within about 15 minutes found a really nice tweed full-length coat for him. He looked great in it, and I complimented him on it. He was cheesing like this
and blushed big time...face was pink as s***. LOL So I was like, "Well, that was the quickest shopping trip ever."
But I guess he had an epiphany and decided he wanted to get some additional shirts and slacks. He asked me what kind of stores I liked to shop at for clothes.
Obviously I revealed to him my deep man-luv affair with the Bloomingdales chain (duh!). So we went over there and he quickly revealed that that store was a bit too expensive. So we downgraded to one of his favorite stores "Express" (which I'll admit tingled my 'Dar a bit but I let it slide because I love their mens collections).
Express has a really sleek, modern interior and their fitting rooms were really spacious and private. So he got a bunch of shirts and slacks off the rack. I was going to wait outside for him to come out and "model" them. So I sat on the little sofa deal outside the men's section and he was like, "Dude, these fitting rooms are huge. You could come in here; you don't have to wait outside. Besides I don't want to embarrass myself out there in public if these clothes are too tight or look stupid."
It was at that point that I pulled out my Bi-Dar Calculator for a meter reading:
GAYDAR ALERT!!! GAYDAR ALERT!!! GAYDAR ALERT!!!
The rating had gone from red to purple. And we were approaching fuschia. LOL
But I said okay. I didn't have a problem with it (even though I knew it would look uber-gay) because there weren't a lot of people around--most of the customers were women at that point and they had their own fitting room on the opposite side of the store. So with the exception of another cat browsing the racks (and talking loudly on his cell phone the entire time) it was just me and Jason.
So we went in the fitting room and he started trying on his clothes. I sat on a little shelf-thing in the corner and he started stripping. I will admit that seeing a cop take off his uniform was...kinda smexy to me. Maybe I have a new fetish I didn't know about. LOL But anyways, obviously he kept his boxer briefs on but he kept his backside facing me whenever he changed slacks. We started narrowing down his selections. He tried on a pair of black pants and a white dress shirt with a vest-deal. The ensemble came with a tie and he said he didn't know how to tie a tie. And he asked me to tie it for him.
So in my brain I'm like, "Okay Jason...you really
are testing me out here." I got up and started doing his tie around his collar. We were facing eachother and neither of us said a word. His adam's apple kept popping because he kept clearing his throat. My finger was just below it to steady the tie into place under the collar. I said, "Are you nervous, man?" He said, "Yeah a little." I was like, "What the hell for?" And he said, "Nothing."
I then happened to glance down and I swear I saw a bulge in his pants. But because the slacks were black and the angle I was viewing them from I thought, "Nah, it's just a bulge in the fabric." But I was wrong. He apparently saw my eyes look down and he said, "Sorry man." He was soooooooooo nervous and it was obvious. I just chose not to acknowledge it. I patted the tie on his chest and told him that the last selection he was wearing looked good so let's go. And he was like, "In a minute." He just kept standing around and then it hit me:
"He's waiting for his erection to go down."
x 1,000,000! And we're officially at
Fucshia!
Finally he turned his back to me again and pulled down his pants. And I could tell that he definitely had a semi going on downtown, even though he was trying to hide it. He quickly pulled his police uniform slacks back up and was like, "Let's go" and he zipped out the door leaving me in his dust. LOL
He paid for his stuff and we went to the food court carrying all his bags. He said lunch was his treat and asked me what I wanted. I would wait at the table with all his s***. He came back with the pizza and whatever, and we started eating. Total silence for the first 10 minutes, I swear. LOL So I broke the ice by saying, "Sooooo..."
He was like, "Yeah?" So I told him that the new clothes looked nice. And he laughed a bit and said that I had seen a bit more than he had intended for me to. I played dumb and I was like, "What are you talking about." Jason said "You know." And I said I didn't know. So he was like, "Nevermind man."
Then he asked me a really strange question: "Would you ever consider dating a white person?" Now I felt this was a bait because he said "Person" and not "Woman". And I said, sure depending on the "person. Would you date a black person?" He followed up by saying "Yeah, because I think that African American Women are so goddamn hot to me." Ok. So I then asked him what he liked about Black Women, and he almost f***ing choked on his pizza slice.
He said, "Everything. I just think they're hot." Okay. Have you ever dated a black woman before?" To which he replied, "No, I've never dated a black person before (there he went with the non-gender "person" thing again), but depending on the right situation I'd love to. I think Interracial relationships are a beautiful thing."
Now I'll admit that statement kinda warmed my heart a bit--because I'm the product of such a relationship myself. I mentioned that, and he asked me what kind of stuff was in my background. When I told him I was mixed with Egyptian, Black, German and Rican he was like "Damn. You're exotic. So your dad was white?" He seemed really intrigued by that revelation. He kept staring into my eyes as if he was searching for something and then--as usual--he'd quickly look away.
He then went loco-random and asked my opinion on Interracial
Gay relationships. I was like, "HERE WE GO." But at this point I didn't want to reveal my status so I just asked him to be more specific. He wanted to know if I had a problem with it. I said no and then asked him the same question. His reply almost made
me choke. He said: "I think the whole man-sex thing is kinda...I dunno. It's not not disgusting per se but definitely not for me. Not for me. But everyone deserves love I guess."
And that officially f***ed me up for the rest of the afternoon. I practically had indigestion.
I know I got real silent, and he had this weird half-smile thing going on while he just kept eating his food. At that point, I felt really stupid and weird. I thought, "Maybe this guy really is straight and just extremely good-looking and kind. But then he said, "I appreciate you spending time with me today Caliph. You're really good people man."
We got up to leave and as we were walking he said, "Hey, you wanna come by the house for a drink or something? I got
Star Trek on DVD and I haven't watched it yet." I said, Sure why not. As soon as we got in our cars, he got a page from the precinct to come in for something. He called me on my cell phone and said he'd have to take a raincheck, but that maybe we could do something tommorrow or later this week. I said, "Okay." And then he did a U-turn and went the opposite direction back towards the police station.
*sigh*
Thoughts?
