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pixiecrinkleSo....I've just come out from a night of cocktailing with the boys (BoyWonder, BoyWonder's long distance bf, and R.) and have once again been reminded of the epiphany I had a few weeks ago.
For the past 10 years or so, basically ever since college, I've had a large percentage of friends who are gay men. I believe that my parents and probably most of my extended family "wonder" about this. I just assumed that something about me was "magnetic" or whatever, but I think I've finally figured it out.
I've been thinking a lot lately about how I've never really dated casually--I've either been in a relationship or single. Going along with that is the fact that whomever I've dated--male or female--has usually been a close friend first. Which brings me to the epiphany I've had: gay men are safe for friends, as I cannot possibly date them. Something to ponder.
Tonight was cool, though I've no idea how I'm going to get up in the morning. The four of us went to Betty's and drank these incredible cocktails called Mondo Bubble Explosion or something like that. Finlandia Cranberry, Champagne and Framboise. Smelled like Strawberry Shortcake dolls. Yummy. Four of them (and a collective $120 bar tab, as well as spotting the Hottie) later, we went to Havana for one more drink. Of course, this was where BoyWonder and said bf had a great deal of conversation about their relationship, etc etc ad nauseum.
So, I've given the bf license to drop me a line if he needs to talk, have vented to him just a bit about my own bf and have tentatively planned to go to arts fest Sunday with R. (That is, after all, where we were all supposed to go in the first place tonight.)
Eventful, but fun for the most part. I hope BoyWonder and partner get this straightened out to the point where they are both happy. I just figured out tonight that they haven't been quite on the same page for several months now, which isn't the best situation. R. is someone I need to talk to more. He may be more independent than me, and he gets most of my current issues with my bf and my space issues, despite our long distance thing.
So now, I've taken a shower to rid myself of the smoke smell, doused myself with Brita and am off to bed to try to get up before 8 to get to mom's by 9. Seems slightly unlikely at this point. I'm just crossing my fingers for no hangover in the morning. I'm not drunk now, but one never knows.
Off to beddy bye, with thumping dance music pounding in my ears still.
For the past 10 years or so, basically ever since college, I've had a large percentage of friends who are gay men. I believe that my parents and probably most of my extended family "wonder" about this. I just assumed that something about me was "magnetic" or whatever, but I think I've finally figured it out.
I've been thinking a lot lately about how I've never really dated casually--I've either been in a relationship or single. Going along with that is the fact that whomever I've dated--male or female--has usually been a close friend first. Which brings me to the epiphany I've had: gay men are safe for friends, as I cannot possibly date them. Something to ponder.
Tonight was cool, though I've no idea how I'm going to get up in the morning. The four of us went to Betty's and drank these incredible cocktails called Mondo Bubble Explosion or something like that. Finlandia Cranberry, Champagne and Framboise. Smelled like Strawberry Shortcake dolls. Yummy. Four of them (and a collective $120 bar tab, as well as spotting the Hottie) later, we went to Havana for one more drink. Of course, this was where BoyWonder and said bf had a great deal of conversation about their relationship, etc etc ad nauseum.
So, I've given the bf license to drop me a line if he needs to talk, have vented to him just a bit about my own bf and have tentatively planned to go to arts fest Sunday with R. (That is, after all, where we were all supposed to go in the first place tonight.)
Eventful, but fun for the most part. I hope BoyWonder and partner get this straightened out to the point where they are both happy. I just figured out tonight that they haven't been quite on the same page for several months now, which isn't the best situation. R. is someone I need to talk to more. He may be more independent than me, and he gets most of my current issues with my bf and my space issues, despite our long distance thing.
So now, I've taken a shower to rid myself of the smoke smell, doused myself with Brita and am off to bed to try to get up before 8 to get to mom's by 9. Seems slightly unlikely at this point. I'm just crossing my fingers for no hangover in the morning. I'm not drunk now, but one never knows.
Off to beddy bye, with thumping dance music pounding in my ears still.
