Let's just say my birthday sucked ass. Dirty nasty skanky ass. There was more drama than most drag queens could possibly handle. And it call came from me. I'm surprised I didn't break my fist, but that's neither here nor there.
Monday was much better and a major turn around. My friend Mark works at Score, now. It's a gay sports bar. Very chic. I just might have to go back. Monday night started with no one there and he (Mark) was bored to tears and he invited (some unknown number of) people over. When I get there, the place is slightly crowded. He swears up and down that they came in just before I did. Uh, huh.
I planned on just staying for a bit, but then another one of Mark's many friends, Todd, shows up. He's young, cute, and talkative. Before I know it the night's over. I don't remember everyone I met. I will probably never see them again. However, I had a good time and it certainly restored my mood.
Then, today, I spent most of the day tormenting str8BF. Sometime Tuesday morning I sent him an email asking for the size of his penis. I know, I know, but he was laughing, so it's all good. He wouldn't tell me, but he did say he was my twink.
AH, how sweet! But, if he's my twink, why am I always in bed alone when he lives five minutes away?
Anyway, I told him that, by saying he considered himself a twink, he has basically told me that he has a largish penis. At least, one that he shouldn't be ashamed of. He just replied, sorry to disappoint you, but it's not. (sniff) I have no way of proving or disproving his statement (unless I get him uber drunk) so I think I'll just let the matter drop.
Me, you ask? Well, let's just say no one has complained yet... LOL, I love my genetic code!
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