Tuesday, March 22, 2005
West Hollywood
So, The Fiancé's best friend who I mentioned in my last entry has been invited by her lesbian friend to a gay bar in West Hollywood. She then in turn invited The Fiancé and I to come along.
First of all... YAY! Someone's finally taking me to a gay bar!
And second of all... girl, stop fooling yourself and everybody else around you. You've been saying that you are just "curious" a few too many times now. You are one of the few people who have figured out what's up with me without ever having been told, and I see you looking at pretty girls just as much as I do. Not even mentioning just how many times I've heard stories about how you've been "flirting" with some girl or another. Tell you what. You stop insisting that you are just "somewhat curious", and I stop hiding myself behind my heterosexual relationship as if I were totally "normal", and we'll have a blast of an evening on Thursday checking out the goods without having to tiptoe around each other, unsure of how much to really let the other one know about what's up and what we came here for.
And should I happen to see someone checking out The Fiancé and making a move on him, I think I'll just pass out with a mental orgasm right then and there...
First of all... YAY! Someone's finally taking me to a gay bar!
And second of all... girl, stop fooling yourself and everybody else around you. You've been saying that you are just "curious" a few too many times now. You are one of the few people who have figured out what's up with me without ever having been told, and I see you looking at pretty girls just as much as I do. Not even mentioning just how many times I've heard stories about how you've been "flirting" with some girl or another. Tell you what. You stop insisting that you are just "somewhat curious", and I stop hiding myself behind my heterosexual relationship as if I were totally "normal", and we'll have a blast of an evening on Thursday checking out the goods without having to tiptoe around each other, unsure of how much to really let the other one know about what's up and what we came here for.
And should I happen to see someone checking out The Fiancé and making a move on him, I think I'll just pass out with a mental orgasm right then and there...
