This story continues on right after the events depicted in Precipice (and related posts), if you haven’t read them yet, I would strongly recommend you have a look, at the very least, ‘I thought we were on a date, but…‘
The song ended, and as we came up for air, Brett declared ‘Right, I’m off. Seeya!’ and he left. No-one could blame the guy. He had spent all night questioning the date that he was on, citing my hickie as a reason for doubting that we were in fact on a date. His doubt cemented by the fact that Jude started making out with me right in front of him – remember that in my mind we were never on a date.
I immediately felt bad when Brett left. Not because I had lured him out on a date with a hickie and then made out with another guy. No. I felt bad because I could understand how Brett might have been feeling.
Jude wasted no time in flirting with me some more, dancing right up against me. Kissing me. I allowed myself to be caught up in the moment with Jude. He took me over to introduce me to his friends that he was with that night.
We spent some of the time chatting, and then the topic of what we each did for work came up. I explained that I was a Public Servant and then he didn’t want to admit what he did for work. He said he didn’t want to tell me as he didn’t want me to judge. Interesting… What kind of job would someone be ashamed of?
While chatting with his friends one of the guys let slip a little comment. Which was made in jest but sadly was just out of ear shot. It was actually a very big clue as to what Jude did for a job.
I continued to push the point with Jude and was met with ‘C’mon you know already’ alluding to the comment his friend had made. I insisted that I hadn’t heard a thing. Then, he finally told me.
Are you sitting down? Ready for the drumroll to start?
Jude told me that he was a… Priest.
a Priest… huh? With the coffee… or sex. With the pouncing and making out on the dance floor. With the flirting and the groping…
Before long, Jude’s friends decided to leave and Jude was at an impasse, leave with the friends that he came with or stay with the guy that he hooked-up with. I am still unsure if it was genuine or if he was feigning the coyness, but the back and forth nature of the conversation we had at that time echoed the initial conversations we had about coffee… or sex.
Neither of us were ready to leave yet, I am sure mostly due to wanting to spend more time with each other. I wanted to head out to Connections (a place I would find out later that Jude absolutely hated) and Jude was happy to string along. I let Jude know that he could come home with me that night. After all, I couldn’t just ditch him after his friends had gone home.
So we left for Connections, had some more to drink, more dirty dancing and making out on the dance floor. Then Jude started the ‘what was to become standard’ dance of, backwards/forwards on the topic of coming home with me and having sex with me.
I made the choice for him, partly for me. I said that he should come home with me but that we wouldn’t have sex, this was our ‘first date’ after all. I figured that a one night stand can so easily become just that, a one night stand, and I wanted to see Jude again.
Jude did come home with me that night. We didn’t have sex. He had the hiccups for over an hour while laying in bed together.
In the morning I walked him back to his friends house where his car was and he drove me home. He was too hung over to attend the Cathedral where he had promised to help out with the service, instead opting to go home to bed and recover.
I was surprised by the revelation, that Jude was a Priest. He sure didn’t behave like any Priest that I had ever met before. I was intrigued. Fascinated even. At the time I remember thinking, that I was gonna sleep with a Priest, now thats something interesting, different – story worthy.
I excitedly waited the next time that we would meet up again. I also excitedly awaited my opportunity to shag a Priest, seriously though… what single gay guy wouldn’t want to give that one a try?
