Noodle’s account of our debauched Friday has been met with a lot of interest regarding Downstairs Neighbor. Apparently, a lot of you pictured an impotent figure, so to speak. None of you imagined him to be a sexual contender; he was either gay or unattractive in your minds.
Well, the truth is, he’s fetching.
Where The Neighbor is manly, yet boyish in his features, Downstairs Neighbor is all rough and manly. DN is 6′ flat-footed, but is rarely out of his cowboy boots so he towers at 6’2″ over The Neighbor. They both have broad shoulders and dark hair, but DN sports a beard where TN a 5 o’clock shadow. TN clips his hair in a tight crew and DN shaves it close to offset his balding. DN wears heavy metal band T-shirts and plaid and TN wears whatever it is I make him buy for himself — an easy, quirky style. DN shares a larger than average cock with TN, as well.
These two men would never be friends if it weren’t for me. They’re from opposite ends of the universe. DN is closer to a conservative/libertarian type, TN is liberal/centrist; DN smokes a pack a day, TN works out every day; DN prowls the local bars and music venues snapping pics and roaming like a wolf several nights a week, TN is holed up in his office playing video games alone. We’ve talked about the unlikelihood of their friendship. They know it, I know it, and none of us really care. We get along because of our intelligence and intellects and shared love of booze, laughter, and conversation. TN and I have been interrupted by DN countless times with his booming laugh and doorway-filling presence. It’s equal parts irritating and endearing.
In fact, as Noodle, TN and I headed to my room on Friday he asked if we should lock my front door in case DN barged in on us. I assured him he wouldn’t do that, but that’s exactly what he did. DN told me later as we all laughed about his surprise entrance, “You shoulda seen my face, Hy! I had my hand up to knock on the door, but then was all, ‘Fuck it! I know it’s open!’ So I pushed it open and no one was inside and then I hear, ‘Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhh!’ ” his falsetto is high-pitched and ridiculous and I cringed at his interpretation of me in rapture. He continued, “And then I hear ‘slap, slap, slap!’ Of course I just went in the kitchen to make myself a drink!”
And that’s DN. He’s loud as fuck, doesn’t give a whit about his health, writes feverishly in his spare time, is a photographer, works too much, and gives big, massive, glorious bear hugs with kisses on the forehead.
We aren’t together — and never have been — because when I met him I was adamant about not shitting where I eat. Ha! Oh, the irony! That was part of the reason I kept TN and my affair a secret from him: I didn’t want to hurt his feelings that this kid could get in my bed, but he couldn’t.
We did make out the night we met, briefly, while the other boy I’d invited up waited in the kitchen for me to finish. I ignored his text the following morning, “If you ever need a savage fuck come down to #322.” I said, “Thanks, but no thanks, we’re neighbors and I can’t do that,” and he let it go at that and we’ve been friends ever since.
He’s a master observer, but I don’t think that he’d fare much better than TN is right now when he was 28. Today he’s got the benefit of being 32 and suffering through some loss and he’s generally a more emotional person that TN is. He cries when his heart gets broken, but he’s been abysmal in his relationship attempts, shying away from anyone who’s actually interested in him and hiding behind his work schedule.
I’m happy that he and Noodle hit it off. I can’t think of two people I’d rather see have amazing sex than those two. I never imagined it’d be with each other, but I am singularly thrilled that they both got sweaty and released lots of fluids on and in each other. DN likes to say he’s a “sexual camel” and doesn’t need sex. I think he’s a goddamned liar, but whatever. Noodle took care of that anyway.
Downstairs Neighbor didn’t have the desire or gumption to pursue me when I said no to him like The Neighbor did and, ultimately, that’s why I never picked up with him. I respect him for that on the one hand, but it also says a lot about him on the other. TN and I are two peas in a pod, complimentary in every way, yet comfortable and snug. He wanted me and came and got it. DN didn’t.
You can think I’m crazy for preferring TN over DN, but there’s no accounting for the magic that happens when you meet your match and DN was never that man for me.
Besides, I’m a warm and fuzzy socialist-type and DN’s basically a misanthrope. I can’t be fucking someone who wants to get rid of the welfare system. I’d lose my bleeding heart liberal card.