Would it matter if I was?
This is my 100th post.
This weekend, I had the last of my birthday celebrations with my college friends. They like to celebrate in nice places with nice tableware.
Me? Burgers and wings, please. Gio and Hazel brought me out for more of the same the day before. Anything else will spoil me.
I had a weird conversation with a Rain recently:
Him: I gotta ask, are you gay?
Me: First of all, no. Second of all, what?
Him: I had to ask.
Me: Now? You’ve known me for almost ten years! Now? Would it matter if I were?
Him: Stop being a lawyer, and no. It just came up.
Me: It just came up?
Him: It just came up.
Me: Do you even read my blog?
Him: Does anyone?
I’m not – not that there’s anything wrong with it. There is no bigger fan of the female form. Someone overheard that I’ve had relations with two bisexual women, but I guess they didn’t hear that last part.
But I do have to say that I’m not even sure why women like men.
If I was a woman, I would be a raging lesbian.
Location: 7:15 AM, in my car, rushing to midtown
Music: they collide until the blue-eyed girl decides to let me go home