Gopher One said he would offer me his phone number but said he wouldn't because Kevin might think he was trying to pick me up. Instead he offered me a lift home with his friend. To my amazement he lived in the same complex as I. I accepted and he said that if Kevin threw me out then he would drive me to my parents place. I thought that was a wonderful act of kindness from someone who didn't even know me. Unfortunately, what I didn�t know at the time was that what appeared to be good Samaritan behaviour was really a wolf in sheep's clothing. As I left I turned to Captain Stubing and asked him about the vicious rumour about myself and the tall, handsome man in white. He said he had no idea. This, as it turned out, wasn't true.
Returning home, Kevin allowed me to stay the night but I would have to move out the next day and that it was over because of the night before. It wasn�t over the next morning when we both discovered what had happened the night before. It turned out that while the Doctor's party was a pleasant affair on the surface, bubbling underneath had been a hotbed of gossip, jealousy and deceit.
It turned out that while the Doctor's party was a pleasant affair on the surface, bubbling underneath had been a hotbed of gossip, jealousy and deceit.
Apparently the two Gophers had had ulterior motives. They had first worked on Kevin, telling him that I was trying to pick up the friendly, tall, handsome man in white and that my behaviour had been disgusting. Then they had worked on me. Both with the same intention to sink our relationship and get us both (individually) into bed. My head spun. I couldn't believe that Kevin was describing the same two people that had seemed so considerate only eight hours before.
Neither could I understand the Doctor�s behaviour. He had been drunk and was apparently so jealous that I was getting on so well with the tall, handsome man in white that he told Kevin that I was trying to pick him up (I never received an apology for this but we still managed, perhaps surprisingly, to remain friends). Such inaccurate observations only served to provide sufficient ballast that threatened to sink our relationship.
The Doctor�s party reminded me that there are gay men in our community who act like wolfs working in packs to take down their prey. I should have clicked when the Gopher with the badly-dyed moptop said several times that I was very attractive and could have anyone I wanted. What he was really saying was that he hoped he could have me. I'd thought he was being a gentleman. But he was being a boyfriend stealer - sowing seeds of doubt in both partner's eyes and then making his carefully calculated move.
We don�t need anyone to scuttle our relationship. We are both quite capable of doing it without the help of others � except that we don�t see a need to wreck something that works well. The Doctor�s party was a reminder that there are bitchy, nasty, vicious, evil, manipulative queens always waiting to sabotage the relationship boat if you aren�t careful.
The next all-gay party I go to I will make sure that I avoid packs of rabid, single gay men desperate for a boyfriend. The last thing I want is another disastrous voyage aboard a metaphorical lust boat.
