I'm going to write this story in installments, over several days. It's too long to do all at once, and Queerty is wearing me out anyway. But it's a good story. So play along.
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There is this phone number I have saved under the name "Austin Guy." The guy it belongs to, I've known for several months; but I could never remember his name, and at this point it's been too long to ask him again. I tried calling his phone to hear voice mail, but all he says is "Hey, it's me, leave a message" or something inocuous of the sort. So his identity remains a mystery. It doesn't matter.
I do know he's a student, because sometimes he has to run off to class. And I know he drives a black truck, which he parks in my driveway.
Ring, ring goes the phone. "Austin Guy" on the ID.
Hello?
"Hey."
Hi.
"What are you doin?"
Nothing, just working.
"Are you at home?"
Yeah, why?
"Are you home alone?"
Yeah.
"Oh, okay, that's cool."
(pause)
What's up with you?
"Nothin."
What are you doing?
"Driving over to your house."
Ah.
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...keep going after the jump:
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Once in a while I get these call, from this guy who likes to come over and "hang out" for a while. Every time he shows up, it's the same song and dance: take a few steps in, stand with hands in pockets; say "whassup?" and nod head up quickly in greeting. Slowly walk into living room, flop down on couch, take ratty baseball cap off and mess up hair a little, then put cap back on. I say, "You want something to drink?" He says, "You got a beer?" And I bring him one, from the stash that is exactly the same as it was the last time he was over; I don't drink it. The whole set-up runs just like a script.
We've been doing this for months. He says he likes to get out of the dorms, away from his roommate who doesn't know he's "into guys," so he likes to "just hang out" over here. But when you "just hang out" with buddies, you usually take more than one sip of your beer before you put it on the table and forget about it, I would think. But he's obviously not there to drink. They always get thrown away.
*eyebrow raise* and why do they get thrown away?
i'm so impatient. i want part 2, like, five minutes ago.
Posted by: Dub C | March 22, 2006 at 04:42 AM
god, i love this story, i would like to think that everyone has their own "austin guy." i know i do. i keep him in my phone under the company he works for. there isn't much talking - there doesn't need to be.
Posted by: Alpha Female | March 22, 2006 at 05:42 AM
I save guys I meet at clubs by what they were wearing. When I used to bartend, I got really used to forgetting everyone's name. Baby, Papa, Darlin', Chulo and Mama were the only five names I could seem to remember so I named everyone by those names.
Posted by: Dino Foxx | March 22, 2006 at 07:27 AM
Does Austin guy know you are moving? You definitely need to be on the look out for Miami Guy. Ask him who his parents named him after.
Actually, sometimes it's better not to know their names, right?? :)
Posted by: Stephanie | March 22, 2006 at 09:27 AM
I refer to mine as HockeyBeef. He's more direct than yours. Sadly, he's moved to Florida, but should be back in town for the summer.
Posted by: Marc | March 22, 2006 at 12:18 PM
Ilike the beginning of the story -- nice teaser -- when does it stop being a tease?
Posted by: sossyf | March 22, 2006 at 12:29 PM
mine were mostly "black chevy" or "green suzuki samurai"
i would only remember them when they drove away.
Posted by: RED | March 22, 2006 at 01:25 PM
nice. like the writing man.
Posted by: ethan | March 22, 2006 at 02:23 PM
it's so easy to learn his name, dan! next time he calls, pretend you have bad reception and ask who it is! then say, "oh, weird, it came up as unknown on my phone!"
Posted by: erik | March 22, 2006 at 03:05 PM
We want pictures...at least shirtless...
Posted by: Sal | March 22, 2006 at 04:14 PM
http://santinorice.com/
You have seen this, have you not?
Posted by: Deb_LA | March 22, 2006 at 04:42 PM
My name is James. Next time you can hollar it...um...was that weird?
Posted by: James Leahy | March 22, 2006 at 08:28 PM
i do heart stories... especially naughty ones about younger boys...hopefully thats the turn youre about to take with this one.
Posted by: rio | March 23, 2006 at 12:05 AM
My "Austin Guy" got married! :(
I'm in need of a new one!! :)
Posted by: Mary | March 23, 2006 at 11:44 AM
Good start to the story. I suppose the direction it takes isn't likely to be too much of a surprise, but I'm still looking forward to it. (Or is there a surprise?) :)
Posted by: Jess | March 23, 2006 at 06:30 PM
My Austin Guy was the 18 y/o pizza delivery boy/quarterback when I was single. He was 18, toned, and bottom. I was 27, the only tone I had was when I picked up the phone, and top. So much fun, always late night when he showed up, always little talking, when I was young....now I'm 30 and heading for the nursing home (lol). Memoriiiiiiiiies light the corners of my miiiiiiiiiiiind.....
Posted by: Addison | March 31, 2006 at 07:22 AM
dan, here's what you do, get his wallet while he's sleeping and read his license. :)
Posted by: hope | April 04, 2006 at 08:34 PM