Splash! Look mummy... I'm wet...!
I don’t want to jump right into a puddle immediately… but exactly where does one go to meet someone of the same sex? (Of course, I mean to imply that it will be us that will also be having the same sex … simultaneously, I mean.)
I can’t help but notice that I am getting quite a bit of attention by femmes recently. And I can’t understand it. They hadn’t taken notice when they had their chance, now they are just patronizing me. Poking the bear. And in the wrong spot, too.
Yesterday I put up an online ad to try and find someone to replace me in this godamn place I live in that smells much too fishy for my tastes, and I already received a call. But it turns out that the girl wasn’t really interested in the room at all. She just wanted someone to talk to. It was all quite sad, really… the saddest conversation I’ve ever had. And I don’t have enough emotion to deal with other people and their problems. I really don’t. Is that a flaw?
Anyhow, this girl, Helena, rang me up and told me about her life this past year… how her world had fallen apart when her father had a major heart attack and died on New Years Day. She got really depressed, during which time her boyfriend cheated on her. Her mother has found someone else to marry now, and he’s been using the aftershave poor Helena gave to her father on Father’s Day. To add to the trouble, Helena has found herself a man on the side. And she wants to move out of her home. With me. She said I sounded really nice… a rarity… and that she wanted us to move in together. Find a place or something. This was just from talking with me on the phone. She was practically crying when she said it, though, so I am unsure if I am really nice all the time, or only at the lowest points of the life of a stranger conversing with me for the first time in a non-intimate medium…
Besides that, it was some kind of queer week this week at Uni. I didn’t really take part… but some guy came up to me and gave me some free fruit. I love free fruit. It was a manderin. So, now I guess I’m part of the scene, huh…?
William John.
posted by William John @ 8:00 PM
1 Comments:
What a week William!!
I wouldn't move in with that depressive girl you spoke w/on the phone. She has all kind of co-dependant issues I would imagine. She will drag you into her world of self-hate and depression if you let her.
Queer Week? And you didn't check out the eye candy? Someone gave you free fruit :) HA HA!! That's rich. When he gave it to you, was it with a longing stare? I think anyone would rather give away fruit, than throw it out. When you took the fruit from his hand, did he gently brush his fingers against yours? or Visea versa? It's sweet.
Anyway, to met the gay men, go to the Gay Club/Bar in your area. Every college town must have at least ONE. Take two deep breaths before you walk in, and sit at the bar, order a drink, turn around and Advertise BABY!!
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