So, I went to a wedding yesterday. It was a gorgeous true EBP affair. Anyway, there were at least 500 people at the wedding and though I know/recognize most of the brothers that were there from church, there were a couple of new faces in the place.
So immediately after the ceremony, I kept catching eyes with this one guy, who from afar was a cutie. And it was a weird kind of "catching of eyes." Neither of us was really flirting (at first), but both of us kept looking in the other's direction. I couldn't tell if he was someone's date or husband or if he was just a C.M.E.W. member who I hadn't seen before. I couldn't tell, so I refrained from going to speak to him in the sanctuary after the nuptials were over, but told my girl to look out for a wedding ring.
So my girl and I are standing close to the cake (because where else would stand at a desserts reception?) and he comes and stands ridiculously close to us. Now this man was much better looking in person, about 6'2 with a square jawline, well groomed hair, caramel complexion and sweater muscles that were dying to be let out of the very stylish suit he was wearing. He was 100% my type. My girl nudged me to indicate that he did NOT have on a wedding band, so I decided to strike up a conversation.
(Side note: I'm very old-fashioned when it comes to guys. I don't [usually] feel it's my place solicit information from folks, but I put it out there that I wouldn't turn them down if they solicited information from me. You really just have to smile and laugh a lot, but that's a whole 'nother post topic.)
So anyway, we're having the most awesome chit chat. My girl fell back into the sidelines and he and I are eating cake, discussing our careers, how we liked the ceremony, etc. I found out he just recently moved to the Chi from the West coast, he likes it despite the weater. Blah, Blah, Blah.
This goes on for a good 6-8 minutes then he drops the bomb.
Me: So where do you live in the city?
Him: "WE" just bought a place in the south loop area.
Me (in my head): We=the guy he came to the wedding with=his date for the wedding=his boyfriend who he moved to Chicago about a month ago to live with=I really know how to pick 'em don't I?
So yes, at a wedding packed full of young (and unavailable) folks, I happen to zero in on the young unavailable nicely dressed gay man.
In retrospect, I was describing the hilarious situation to my mom and I was like well the suit was like a muted blue/purple-ish color with a banana colored polka dot tie. So mom, looks me right in the eye and says "Was it periwinkle?"
Periwinkle indeed mom, periwinkle indeed.