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April 02, 2004
my watercolourboy testimony
so yeah, watercolour boy has said his version of the story of how we met. i wasn't even going to bring it up, but then he went on a long tirade in telling his side. so now... i guess it's my turn. here goes:
i've been a follower of wcb's blog since october 2003, through the loving endorsement of ray-ray. for some reason, i've always pictured wcb to be about 5'10", mid to late 30's, light brown hair, buzzed cut, athletic build and hazel eyes.
anyways, i read his entire blog in almost one afternoon. he was funny. witty. honest. and every word that dripped out of his blog was oozing with sexual intentions (later emails from him were no exception). i didn't even realized he was torontonian.
the irony of it all was that we've already met. i never knew. he did.
looking back, it's funny how wcb ran into me one early weekend morning as i was dressed in a harness and in my leather attire. R&J was pulling me by the leash and i was loving it. no one else was supposed to see me in those. he he. fate perhaps? his face was familiar but i'm trying to remember wcb's name. i was embarrassed.
back to wcb's blog, there were numerous posts regarding specific people that i didn't clue into that were mutual friends. the jessica simpson in me didn't put two and two together. he was talking about me all along.
after reading the bulk of his blog, i felt compelled to write. i got an email reply "...Anyway, thanks for the shoutout and have a good one...", i was hoping for clues on wcb's identity, perhaps even a first name. no luck. so much secrecy. i quickly picked up on this and i respected it. i decided to leave him alone.
then a mutual friend's spouse passed away in november. wcb wrote about it in his blog. that was the big revelation that i actually knew him. that was when i looked through his blog and discovered we were at the same pride party. interesting how he labeled me as one "happy-go-lucky kid who lit up the room" the moment i walked in. the friends who know me well would say that hit the nail on the spot.
so what now? who the hell is this wcb? based on the pre-conceived image i've painted of what wcb would look like, i had two main suspects from the aforementioned party, but i don't remember either of them having a british accent. one was cute, the other one had a cowboy hat and i thought he was hot. anyway, i let it go.
for the following months thereafter, wcb and i would correspond via email with short messages: happy birthday. merry christmas. etc... all very brief. he's not saying anything. i get it. he's keeping his distance.
rummaging through the web one night, i accidentally ran into a picture of wcb at one special website. (folks, there is a picture of him out there. keep an eye out.) that pretty much cemented the deal. it was a cruel joke. i honestly thought he was playing a cruel joke. i didn't want any part of it. it made me angry. what are you hiding?
but when i ran into wcb at a club one january weekend, i was, as he put it, "tipsy". i've had some alcohol and i was extra-friendly and one super touchy fella. blogging was the last thing on my mind. i really didn't connect the dots. i was just having too much fun with any guy who'd smile at me. (there were many.)
weeks pass. i get a message on yahoo messenger. guess who?
***to wcb: just for clarification babe, it was you who sent me an IM first.***
i'm never home so we never really had much of any conversation through messenger. that is... until friday morning of last week. i went to the symphony the night before, and i partied at woody's with a good friend. so friday, i was a bit under the weather. i stayed in bed for the morning. that was when i got a little message from guess who?
***to wcb: again, it was you who said hi first. i'm just correcting. slap me, baby!***
a week prior, i received a message from yahoo messenger (or was it an email?) that he saw me at some sushi restaurant having a heated discussion with a friend. his message said he was going to say hi. by this point, i was still a tad annoyed. i never bothered replying.
***to wcb: this is my side of the coin. perhaps more accurate? debatable.***
i still kept my distance. but then, wcb is one funny guy. how could i keep my distance? so that friday morning, we chatted for nearly two hours. he made me extremely late for work. wait... that was my fault. i had to go on a quick shopping excursion. nevermind.
***to wcb again: i love you too, babe!***
off to our yahoo messenger conversation, or at least what i remember from it: wcb asks how i am doing. "you at work?" he asks. not very long afterwards, he asks: "top or bottom?" i sort of expected this, and i'm really amused. then, he asks about the cute boy i was having sushi with a few weeks ago.
all the while, i'm smirking: "tsk tsk tsk. you bastard, i know who are you."
i say some incoherent words to throw him off. but eventually, after five months, i lose my patience. no more games. i don't want to play around with this bullshit so i say: "don't you have something to tell me?"
he said: "?????"
"i know who you are."
his reply? "i thought you already knew..." yeah, whatever.
then, he explains why he never came out to tell me who he was in the first place. very understandable. and, he was absolutely right. i tell him i'm a such a big fan, so it didn't really matter. nothing has changed. he then reads back my phone number. i didn't realize i gave it to him. i tell him that i have since changed my number due to some ongoing crank calls.
"i'm sort of keeping my distance from other toronto bloggers." they require space and privacy as much as i do. not wanting to ruffle anyone's feathers, i'm happy to admire from afar. wcb tells about his underground blogdom brotherhood. i'm impressed to hear. surfing the web, it's not hard to run into other fellow gay bloggers. i didn't realize that the blogsphere is populated with so many gay torontonians. not only are they hot, they're also interesting. i won't name ya - you know who you are.
i was a bit off that friday morning, and i confess to wcb that i make things harder on myself than i should. i should let go. anyways, that's getting off topic...
wcb says something along the lines of: "this looks like the beginning of a good friendship."
i look at his words through my computer screen, and i ponder.
"cool." i tell myself.
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