I went to fly last night with my good friends Jamie1, his boyfriend Bre, George1, his boyfriend Steve, and Jamie’s friend Scott for a monthly theme night they have called Dance Camp. It’s a fun fun night where all they place is diva or vocal house music. 😀 FUN times. And well, strangely enough… I got picked up! At a gay bar no less!
The only staight bartender in the place came up to me while I was dancing and goes, “Excuse me, are you gay or straight?”
“Oh Thank God!”
(We both laughed)
He then proceeded to invite me to visit him at the bar when I got the chance but I thought he invited me to meet his co-worker at the bar, so I followed behind him. (dork) But he seemed to find it cute rather than stupid, so I went with it.
It was a little weird, especially since I was already able to tell him the story of how I was living with someone, and how we broke up in April, that we were ‘not-together-together’ when he was here this summer and how it’s probably going to be the same thing again when I go to visit him next week. I dunno. I wasn’t sober while I was talking to him at the club, so I guess we’ll see how we get along when we go out Thursday.
I still can’t believe we’ve got 1 week till Christmas Day. Where on earth did this year go?! Maybe three years won’t take that long after all… (huh? What’s three years… oh nevermind!)