Past, Present and Future

Drums and Dinner Dates

Let me introduce myself. I'm George Peter John Criscuola, better known as Peter Criss. Yes, that's right, Peter Criss, the KISS drummer. The year is 1975 and we're just starting out. At the current time, I'm married to my wife, but I also admire my front man from afar. Paul is so insecure of himself though. I've seen him glancing my way so I think he must feel something. 

Of course I'm not attracted to him in the same way I am to the lead guitarist but that's a whole other story line. Anyway, back to the current situation.... It was after rehearsal on a Friday night and I would be going back to an empty apartment. My wife was out of town for the weekend and I didn't have anything to do. 

"Hey, Paulie!" I call. "Wait up, will ya?"

"Sure Pete, something wrong?"

"Naw, I'm gonna be by myself all weekend so I wanted to see if ya wanted to come over and hang out." I wait for Paul's response. He looks at me, big brown eyes wide. I can tell he's shocked at the bold question. "Well?"

"S-s-sure Pete. W-w-what time?"

"Now." 

"I guess so. I mean I can't stay long, but okay." he practically whispers.

Looking up, I see Ace and Gene staring at me. Flashing them a grin, I grab my sticks, stuff them in my boot and head outside. At my car, I open the door for Paul and then slide in myself. Poor little innocent Paul, he looks so scared. 

"I ain't gonna hurt ya. I'm just inviting you for dinner. I can cook or order take out. Your choice." reaching over, I put my hand over his, catching him by surprise. "I like you Paulie. I think I'm attracted to ya."

"A-a-attracted to me?" "Why?" he squeaked. 

Laughing, I start listing the reasons. By the time, I'm finished, we're in front of my apartment. I park and walk around to the passenger side to open the door.

"Come on, I'll lead the way."

We wind up ordering take out since there's very little in the refrigerator or kitchen cabinets. Paul and I sit on the couch and share spaghetti and pasta. I do have beer and water to drink. I drink beer and much to my surprise so does Paul.

He drinks way more than I do, him still being nervous and all. Finally he stands up to leave and falls promptly back down in my lap. Paul is wasted! Wow!

"Sorry. I need to go home."

"You can't go home like that. Stay here and I'll take you home in the morning." 

"Okay. I think I have to." He tries getting out of my lap but fails miserably. "I think I better stay."

Between the two of us, we managed to make it to my bedroom. Now, I'll be honest, I had ulterior motives when I asked Paul over, but I'm not so cold hearted I'd take advantage of him when he's drunk.

"Pete?" "Kiss me." he says suddenly.

Now I'm the one who's caught by surprise. He really wants to be kissed? By me? I guess he did have feelings after all.

Leaning over, I kiss him gently and pull away. He isn't having any of that. He grabs my collar and pulls me back towards him.

We wind up getting handsy, until he falls asleep. 

This has been the strangest date I ever had and I've some strange ones.

I'll conclude this here. More to come though.