This place is so confusing
Met My Gay boyfriend at the Greenpoint Tavern last night where somebody's grandmother serves Beck's and Budweiser in Styrofoam cups bigger than my face. Then along came some of my gay boyfriend's friends, whom I’d never met before - three lesbianas and one straight boy called Whitey who right away professed his love to me, which inspired my gay boyfriend to say things like "Hey, Whitey! Stop hitting on my girlfriend." After the big beers, blonde lesbian suggested we go to the slipper room in the city, so we did and then on to Welcome to the Johnson’s bar down the street. Whitey got me to sit next to him on the sunken couch after I made out with My Gay Boyfriend by the bar and then My Gay Boyfriend and I got in to a fight about...really just publicly displayed our ongoing sexual tension, and so the lezzies tried to give him advice while Whitey kept leaning into my loins: "Seriously, Blaise. I am seriously in love with you." Then it was two in the morning on a work night and we were drunk and tired and I wasn't going back to Brooklyn just to get up in a couple of hours to go back to work in Manhattan so My Gay Boyfriend and I already agreed to a sleepover at his place in the east village and we lay in the bed and argued back and forth for an hour and a half until we just got naked and started doing some of the business, but not all of the business, and while I’m getting serviced I’m thinking I may have underestimated him.
Tonight I have a date with a lumberjack. But I’m just gonna go out with him just once.
