Being a bitch

I am thinking this blog is too boring... You guys may need something more fun or you won't spend your Saturday nights at home, reading this.

After missing the oil wrestling at Hydrate last night (they either started too early or it just didn't last too long), I accepted to go on a date. It was more like the coffee date. Caribou on Halsted (not the "carry boy" one) had to be the place.

Poor guy, I met him at the corner of the street, while I was on the phone with the other "old date" of Chitown!!!! When I was shaking his hand the guy had opened his eye wide and he rounded out his lips like you are getting ready to deep throat a big cock. (at least that's what I see on their eyes). He was already fantasying he's dating a straight guy.

Sorry, but I told you I have to be a little beotchy... What about a little dirty? Or trashy? How does that sound? It's Saturday night, after all!!!

It was not a bad date. At least I got to walk around boystown and do my evening walk. We were checking out the guys (gay or straight) together. We did a little window shopping and lots of talking.

I am a bitch because he was a good guy, but not pretty enough for me to really take him home and pound him good in my bed… You know, I just took off the plastic cover I kept on my second Ikea mattress… in case I wanted to return it. He definitely didn’t deserve to be the first to enjoy.

My little other boy is coming to meet me tonight and most of sure he will have the honor again. He did try out the first Ikea mattress, and the very first one I had at the old apartment. So I decided to not change anything. “Lessees fair, lessees passé, le monde va de lui meme”. Don’t bitch to me for this French. Please get the dictionary.

I left my date in the corner of the street, surprised I had to call in the night. But you know me. I didn’t come home to just sit here. I am going out, Roscoe’s calls for me. This is their night.

I just remembered Dan is coming out for his birthday. How funny, one date take me to a different one. He is an old date, didn’t do much with him either. By coincidence (or my own desire) he was a date to the same coffee shop and the same Broadway and Halsted walk.

Both guys are fun and good friends, but I can’t see myself moving to something more. All days of feelings are gone.

Let the music play, let me get away…Let the hot fun (and safe) stuff begin, the night is calling for me… It’s Saturday night… live…reporting from Boystown, again.