In the dark--hot. In the light--wtf?

After my date with "Stan the Drunk," I was ready for something, new, something fun.

One of my friends threw a house gathering and invited fifty people-which turned into a hundred people. The gathering turned into a party, which turned into a concert. There was a DJ, a live band, and food--it was definitely good times.

So there I am, dolled up, and mingling with friends and strangers. The party was darkly lit, with the exception of a red light--very sexy. In the corner, I noticed Mr. "Right Now" talking among some friends. I sashayed over to the group and introduced myself. To my amazement, when he stood, he was well over six feet. I was immediately pleased by this. He smelled like a god. When I occasionally glanced up, I saw nothing but pearly whites glistening down at me. Feeling like a school girl who finally got up enough guts to say something to her crush, I blushed when he complimented my outfit, hair, and smile. He was definitely prince charming. Just as I leaned in to exchange digits, a friend of mine grabbed my elbow and pulled me away from him. She wanted to introduce me to more people. Before I disappeared into the crowd, I yelled out to him the last four digits of my number-he smiled-the rest of the work would be left up to cupid.

I was thrilled that he abide by the "two-day" rule before calling me. We briefly chatted and agreed to meet at a local coffee shop.

After getting off work the next day, I quickly headed to the coffee shop--with the anticipation that Mr. "Right Now" was going to turn into "Mr. Right."

I walked in, scanned the room, and noticed no one in particular. I decided to sit in the outside section of the shop and wait. Five minutes later, I heard a masculine, yet feminine, voice call my name. I stood, and when I looked up, a Drag Queen was standing in front of me. A Drag Queen. She--err--he took a seat, and told me he didn't realize how beautiful I was, having met me in a darkly lit party. Baffled, my mouth dropped to the ground. He told me this was who he was and if I gave him a chance, I'll forget about it and adjust to it. I was literally speechless.

Shaking my head, with my eyes bulging out of my face, I jumped up and dashed down the street. I heard the husky voice of Mr.--or should I say--Ms."Not-Right-and-Will-Never-Be-Right" call after me. Completely ignoring it, I hopped in a cab. With a frown on my face and my head tilted to the side, I peered out the window and saw a Drag Queen drinking an iced coffee.