The winner takes it all

Melanie’s fundraiser tonight — you know, the Man Raffle — was an overwhelming success. She wound up far exceeding her goal, which is so wonderful.

I wasn’t counting on it being as competitive as it turned out to be, which resulted in my purchasing far more raffle tickets than I’d originally planned. It was all for naught, though, as my name wasn’t drawn for anyone I’d bid on, and the Cute Gay in the Suit with whom I’d exchanged some flirty banter turned out to be far more into someone who wasn’t me.

Kind of makes the fact that I kept dropping raffle tickets in his bucket throughout the evening a little embarrassing. At one point he said, “Whoa, thanks,” and at the time I thought he was overwhelmed by how charmed he was with me, but in my 20/20 hindsight it reeked of pity and escape plan formulation.

But it was nothing a little alcohol and a good, bittersweet iPod playlist on the subway ride home couldn’t fix.