Drunk v.2.1

"I know that we are young and I know that you may love me but I just can't be with you like this"
- Lady Gaga, Alejandro

At this point, I should explain who Gaga is.

Back in late October or early November, I received a friend request on Facebook from Gaga. In all of his pictures, he was either wearing a white mask or his face had been blurred, and he was wearing a white speedo-type underwear, white gloves, and white boots. His body was so tan and muscular. I thought he was gorgeous. I messaged him, basically saying, "don't tell me who you are, I like the mystery, but do I know you?" He said I didn't know him, and somehow the conversation turned into books about History (ah) and the next thing you know, we are talking back and forth for pages and pages. We had a fantastic connection, and I wanted desperately to meet him. And, to be quite honest, to fuck him.

His job is to dance at the night club that I love so much. On Friday night, he was dancing up on a raised platform and I was... mesmerized. When I saw him, I just wanted him to come down and dance with me the way Mr. Molestey eventually did. Eventually, I saw him starting to get down. I zipped over so that I would be  right behind him when he got off. He turned, and paused. He put his arm around me and said in my ear, "I don't have my contacts in, but I knew it was you. I'll talk to you after." He had a very sexy Columbian accent. I nearly died.

At the end of the night, he came down from his platform and asked what my plans were for the night. I was very drunk at this point. "I have to go to Love's tonight." He asked if I could change my plans. "No, but you can come over. Prince is coming too." This was probably a bad idea.

When we left, we went to his place to wait for a taxi, because it was cold and they were pretty slow going. Spark was upset about something that had happened (I do know what, I just don't feel it's my place to say) and she and Love went into his bathroom to talk about it, where they apparently saw not one but two bottles of KY jelly in the shower. Oh man. He took me into his room so he could show me the pictures on his computer of me performing in a musical in December - I had asked him to come see me, and he did (unlike Cowboy, and this was before we broke up). He said he could put them on a disc for me sometime so I would have them.

We went back to Love's place and curled up on the couches. Spark went to bed. Prince and Love sat on one couch, Gaga and I on the other. I stretched my legs across his lap and tried not to think of how muscular and gorgeous he was. It was weird, actually. Had I been dating Acadia, or even Cowboy for that matter, I wouldn't have had any second thoughts about seducing him right then and there. But because of Wrecking Ball, all I could do was force my thoughts away from the sexual fantasy sitting beside me. Most girls, I'm sure, would be proud of not having any dirty thoughts at all. I'm proud that I didn't voice or act on them - based on my past, that is actually a great deal of progress. I'm very glad that Gaga was a gentleman, though. He had apparently heard from Prince that I had been dumped, but was unaware that I was seeing someone new. He wasn't the type of guy to make a move on a drunk girl, and I'm very happy for that, because I'm not sure my willpower is ready to be tested like that.

I started to doze off. I was really comfortable; I had been freezing cold when we came in, so I was under a duvet, and Love's couch is really great. Gaga carried me to bed (Love walked in with us, but I sincerely trust that even if she hadn't, he wouldn't have tried anything). I was asleep within minutes of lying down. In the morning, I woke up a little later than I had meant, and I was a little panicked - I would be late for babysitting for my parents if I walked home, but I was completely broke. Luckily, Gaga woke up and he shared his taxi with me. I felt terrible though; he tried to kiss me. I backed away, saying I was seeing someone but that I was definitely interested in him and that I was sorry. I still feel bad - I feel as though inviting him to Love's was leading him on. It probably was. I was just so drunk at the time, I didn't see anything wrong with bringing him back with us. I'd wanted to meet him for so long, so it was just exciting to think that we would be hanging out. It didn't occur to me that he could interpret it as anything else.

Gaga is a really smart guy though. I hope he knows I didn't intend to do that. I gave him the link to this blog (since I was being way too slack in my correspondence with him), so if you're reading this, Gaga - I'm sorry. There is a pretty low chance of Wrecking Ball and I splitting up before you leave town this spring, but I promise you, if anything happens, I'll tell you first.