My own (sur)real life (Part 2)

Man, last night was another whopper of a night! I'm not sure what the deal is lately about strangeness in my life, but it seems as though there's a good deal of it coming through loud and clear. Never mind that the night before was one of the strangest on record, but then to have the kind of impromtu party that developed was just not expected. Last night was the series finale of Sex and the City (I'm not giving anything away here for those who haven't seen it yet, so don't worry), and I had thought previously that it might be nice to have some people round to watch it, but never really got round to inviting anyone. After just spending the day hanging out at the loft, I got a call from Adam (who went out with Will for dim sum (yum cha for my Aussies) asking me if I'd invite my pal Gen round. I havent' seen her in a few weeks, so I left her a vmail to see what she'd been up to. In the meantime, Girlfriend (Michelle) got a call as well to see if she'd be up to coming over as well (the Un-Usual Saturday night suspects gathering again). Got a call back from Gen first, yep, she's in. Got a call from Girlfriend, yep, she's in - and she's bringing her friend Soren, who's bi, runs a pornography shop and is kinda hot, according to Girlfriend. Hoan. Should be interesting. And it was actually - we all hung out, had grapes, wine, cheese, some choccies, a few rum and cokes - excellent conversation, a few tarot card readings by yours truly and some very interesting three-way flirting between Soren and Michelle, and Soren and I. He's about the same height as me, butch, #2 crop, goatee kind of thing - and MAJOR tattoos on his arms. Wouldn't have noticed too terribly much had he not pulled his sleeves of his jumper up. Oh, and he was wearing 12 hole Doc's. Damn, Adam had it right when he said to himself upon meeting Soren, "Damn, Eric gonna DIG". He was pretty, well, squalor in his deportment, VERY rough round the edges, but Girlfriend had told me that to start with. I'd SO be very interested in doing, well, something with the dude that involved a bit of alone time and a whip or something... Anyway, we watched the episode, had a little toast to end of Carrie and the gang, and boogied on down to Woody's for our traditional Last Orders Drinks. I've been really getting turned on to Absolute Mandarin Vodka with Tonic - awesomely good drink. Soren bought us a round, which was quite nice, and then he and I watched the Best Legs competition. No contest really there - the final round was some little hispanic guy from Toronto competing against this like 6'7" MONSTER bodybuilder from Chicago. Of course we all wanted the HOT one! ;-) Anyway, as Michelle and Soren were leaving to catch the last train back to Mississauga, he shook my hand (about as far as I'm willing to go with some guy I've just met, unless I'm about to sleep with him) when he pulled me into this massive hug and kissed me on the cheek. According to Girlfriend in our recap convo this arvo, he told her about that as well. Hoan. So, rest of the night - nothing special. Went for brunch with Peter and Ida for her birthday today, came home and jacked into some streaming tunes and passed out for a really good nap. Adam went out with his friend Anna, and I'm all about getting to bed at a reasonable hour again. Work comes too freakin' quickly - and the universe only knows what I'm about to get myself into this week if the weekend has been any prelude.