I'm American now... :o)

I won't prattle on too much, but after after a brief sprint back home, I started renting a new place in a cul-de-sac (did you know the plural is culs-de-sac?! that's rediiiiiculous!) ... with a friend, Rob. I even let him have the big room with the walk in 'robe and en suite on account of him having a girlfriend and probably needing the space more. Hell, I'm just nice. And it's in a 'burb names Vermont. How American! Or wherever Vermont is...

:o)

Will post again soon. Getting the place together at the moment. Take care,

William John.

Cannot predict now... refer to tellie...

I am very rusty at all this. I'll admit it. There was a scene on 7th Heaven the other day; a young guy goes out with an older woman, and as he turns to leave she asks him for a goodbye kiss.

"This was a ride home," says this strapping lad. "I'm sorry if you thought it was anything more than that."

Damn that show, really. It's all so... eww...

RIGHTEOUS!

*shivers*

But despite the fact that I might despise the show to the point of typing words in capital letters, the guy was right in what he did. He was a good kid. I have to keep myself in more focus, because that's the sort of guy I should be. There are rights and wrongs, and my ability to weed this minefield has me screaming "MY LEGS! MY LEGS! I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS!!!" as I make my errors and mines go boom. And I can't keep watching 7th Heaven to guide me through life... and I can't blame everything on my magic 8-ball. That just wouldn't be fair.

Anyway, case in point. I met a guy recently, named David. He wasn't perfect. I don't expect anyone (else) to be perfect. In fact, although he was geeky and smug, he was also cute and friendly. In one day I got about 60 text messages from him on my phone. Our first date was to the Melbourne aquarium. They had this big squid on show... it looked fake as all hell. (I want his money back! ;o)

We went and watched Brokenback Mountain and some Seinfeld episodes at his apartment (which he shared with his lesbian sister, for all my lady readers... pre-op or post... ;o)

It was comfortable. But then he told me that we should take it slow, and the text messages trickled down to nothing, and the interest was gone by a rather "platonic" lunch today. Hmm.

I'm trying not to be too phased by this. For some reason, a lot of sad gays have crossed my path recently. Many are young guys who are constantly lonely and horny and completely down on themselves. They reek. I probably do, too, but I'm trying to keep my corny-all-too-righteous-Christian-TV-show-wits about myself.

*William smiles, puts on more aftershave, and shakes magic-8 ball with feisty vigor*

:o)

William John.