My blog was flagged as spam and I have strep throat. I mean, what is the world coming to?
First, how this blog was misconstrued as spam is beyond me. I was told that if there are embedded links or long strands of gibberish you can be flagged. I realize that some of what I write could arguably be gibberish, but nonetheless. I think it was part of an anti-gay regime out to stop the perpetration of gay-ness. I am watching too many political debates.
Second, strep throat? What am I twelve? I was relieved that it wasn't mono because I would find it difficult to explain to my current employer that I was 30 and had a middle school kissing disease. However, the possibility that I got strep throat from kissing is highly likely. The question is exactly who gave it to me.
My roommate and I went to the only gay bar in town last Saturday. In an effort to help him "connect" with a guy he was obsessing over, I invited a small group back to our house for after hour drinks. His guy was barely legal, DRUNK, and reportedly had a boyfriend. After a few drinks we started to wrap things up, which included driving his guy and his guy's friend home. This is when we discovered that my roommate's guy was rudely disinterested in him, but wanted to sleep on the couch. For all of my years of experience, it took me way to long to realize that his guy's friend wanted to stay with me. I missed all of his subtle efforts (apparently). While we were discussing the missed connection, he planted quite an amazing kiss on me. I became weak in the knees for a minute, but before dropping to my knees he uttered my most despised phrase, "Let's just go into your room real quick and then I will leave." Sure. Push past the revolving door, take a number, and I will be with you in a minute. Although I was enjoying kissing him I couldn't shake the perception that he thought he could have me "real quick" and go. So I asked him my name. Fast forward five minutes to the awkward car pool trip to his house. Needless to say he didn't call. I never had a chance to tell him he gave me strep. Maybe.
I met another guy a few weeks ago while I was doing some work at a coffee shop. As reluctant as I have been to "date" anyone, he has succeeded in regular meetings that have a resemblance of dating behavior. The usual: dinner, phone calls, movies, and a Friday night. Since I have been sick for the past few days (and he is concerned that he gave me strep and generally concerned for my health) he has brought me dinner and yesterday brought me a plate of cookies.Although I can honestly say that he is genuinely a nice person, I am minimally impressed by all of his efforts.
I have consulted my best gay from the big city, Zach Morris. Zach claims that I am crazy and I am only interested in men who are disinterested, disturbed, or dicks. I will give him credit for pin pointing the problems with my last four relationships; however, I wanted to whole hearted-ly disagree. Unfortunately, my whole hearted disagreement is not convincing when what I wear on my sleeve is a hardened, black, piece of meat that looks more like a well done steak than a frilly, lacy fourth grade valentine. Perhaps he is right. I tried to argue that his advice was hard to swallow considering he is just as crazy as I am, to which he replied, "That is exactly why I am choosing not to date anyone. I am crazy and need to figure it out."
I have eight days left of antibiotics. Let's hope in addition to curing me of strep, it can do something about my heart. Even if only to send me a message that it might be time to invest more in myself.
First, how this blog was misconstrued as spam is beyond me. I was told that if there are embedded links or long strands of gibberish you can be flagged. I realize that some of what I write could arguably be gibberish, but nonetheless. I think it was part of an anti-gay regime out to stop the perpetration of gay-ness. I am watching too many political debates.
Second, strep throat? What am I twelve? I was relieved that it wasn't mono because I would find it difficult to explain to my current employer that I was 30 and had a middle school kissing disease. However, the possibility that I got strep throat from kissing is highly likely. The question is exactly who gave it to me.
My roommate and I went to the only gay bar in town last Saturday. In an effort to help him "connect" with a guy he was obsessing over, I invited a small group back to our house for after hour drinks. His guy was barely legal, DRUNK, and reportedly had a boyfriend. After a few drinks we started to wrap things up, which included driving his guy and his guy's friend home. This is when we discovered that my roommate's guy was rudely disinterested in him, but wanted to sleep on the couch. For all of my years of experience, it took me way to long to realize that his guy's friend wanted to stay with me. I missed all of his subtle efforts (apparently). While we were discussing the missed connection, he planted quite an amazing kiss on me. I became weak in the knees for a minute, but before dropping to my knees he uttered my most despised phrase, "Let's just go into your room real quick and then I will leave." Sure. Push past the revolving door, take a number, and I will be with you in a minute. Although I was enjoying kissing him I couldn't shake the perception that he thought he could have me "real quick" and go. So I asked him my name. Fast forward five minutes to the awkward car pool trip to his house. Needless to say he didn't call. I never had a chance to tell him he gave me strep. Maybe.
I met another guy a few weeks ago while I was doing some work at a coffee shop. As reluctant as I have been to "date" anyone, he has succeeded in regular meetings that have a resemblance of dating behavior. The usual: dinner, phone calls, movies, and a Friday night. Since I have been sick for the past few days (and he is concerned that he gave me strep and generally concerned for my health) he has brought me dinner and yesterday brought me a plate of cookies.
I have consulted my best gay from the big city, Zach Morris. Zach claims that I am crazy and I am only interested in men who are disinterested, disturbed, or dicks. I will give him credit for pin pointing the problems with my last four relationships; however, I wanted to whole hearted-ly disagree. Unfortunately, my whole hearted disagreement is not convincing when what I wear on my sleeve is a hardened, black, piece of meat that looks more like a well done steak than a frilly, lacy fourth grade valentine. Perhaps he is right. I tried to argue that his advice was hard to swallow considering he is just as crazy as I am, to which he replied, "That is exactly why I am choosing not to date anyone. I am crazy and need to figure it out."
I have eight days left of antibiotics. Let's hope in addition to curing me of strep, it can do something about my heart. Even if only to send me a message that it might be time to invest more in myself.
1 comment:
Excuse me? You have strep? Why didn't you tell me that earlier? Get better babe. BTW, I might start a blog. Loves.
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