Not Jew Boy Status

I offered to take the Big X out for his thirtieth birthday because he had no plans. Yes, of course, it was an honorable action, but I was doing it more for me than for him. I needed to test myself to see what I was still feeling, if anything.

I wasn't terribly excited about our plans, but we went to a nice dinner venue. We had a great and relaxed dinner, despite his phone ringing every thirty seconds. Apparently, everyone on the planet felt they needed to wish him a happy birthday. I didn't recall him having this many friends when we were together.

After the meal, we made our way to the bar for birthday cocktails. By some strange coincidence, his friends were there. He made his most telling moved of the night by introducing me to them and then saying that he wanted to spend the night hanging out with me. We made our way to the corner of the bar and sat by the fire. Out conversation consisted of everything, but only in general. No words were exchanged about us or our relationship. Well, except for when my boob popped out of my shirt, but that is a whole other story!

Toward the end of the night, he got more affectionate and seemed totally into me. It might have had something to do with the amount of beer we consumed or maybe it was the boob slippage. Hard to say, but we did have a good time. We returned to my house at the bar closing and started making out on the sofa. It eventually lead to the bedroom and a full blown sexual escapade. It was good, but for sure not Jew Boy status.