I brought LL to the Diner yesterday. This place that Scott G. once described very accurately as the “I am so cool: I am not at JR’s” bar. Let me rephrase this: I dragged LL to the Diner yesterday because he actually hates going out. There is some urban legend which says that I am the one forbidding him to step outside the house while the truth is that he is not interested in gay bars anymore. We narrowed the explanation down to the fact that is only motivation to go there in the first place was to get laid by awful Danish people. But he had fun last night, enjoyed the light breeze of gay talk and I even found an e-mail address in the back pocket of his jeans. ([email protected]). At least he is not in Law school, he managed to move on unlike Fishwatch.
Of the two hours and a half of conversation I had there I only remember Mark H. (who was there with a mute friend/cousin/bloke from North Carolina) telling me that my teeth are really white to which I replied “have you noticed my strong jawline too?”. I also told some awful fag-hag (or possibly Kevin G. in drag) that she looked like a supermodel and mentioned the word “camping” three times to give myself a little straight edge. I mostly tried to figure out how most of the patrons tell each other apart: don’t they ever get confused? they are all called Kevin or dated one. Someone pointed out to the fact that Joël was wearing a really nice T-shirt and I felt the fabric of that guy Santiago’s shorts (it felt a little inappropriate at that time). Some anonymous guy poured a little of his drink on me and I wanted to chop his head off but didn’t and instead smiled forgivingly with my really white teeth. As it was clear that there wouldn’t be any group sex involved we were back home at 11:40 pm
Next time I’ll score an invitation at Kia’s friends. In other news, Kevin D. asked for an MP3 player clearly he is bored or perhaps he decided to try to bond with is generation.
there was yet another gay gay party last night. my birthday. so many gays. you like right down the damn street, why haven't we hung out?
Posted by: Kia | Friday, June 02, 2006 at 05:35 PM
They're not only danish. Sometimes I get french ones, too.
Posted by: LL | Friday, June 02, 2006 at 05:45 PM
me, too, ll. me, too.
Posted by: kevin d. | Friday, June 02, 2006 at 07:03 PM
Hey FHC, have you heard of gynecomastia?
If not, check out this website: http://www.plasticsurgery.org/public_education/procedures/Gynecomastia.cfm. You may find it helpful
Posted by: Mark H. | Saturday, June 03, 2006 at 12:55 AM
Ugh, try this link: http://www.plasticsurgery.org/public_education/procedures/Gynecomastia.cfm
Posted by: Mark H. | Saturday, June 03, 2006 at 12:56 AM
honestly, i think his breasts look okay. it's his droopy nipples which most people find effeminite.
Posted by: kevin d. | Saturday, June 03, 2006 at 01:38 AM