I love that song, it reminds me of being 5 and boogying on a Saturday morning in the house I grew up in New Zealand while my mum vacuumed the house around me, stereo blasting. How interesting that I had no idea what the song meant. It was just the perfect song for body slamming into the couch cushions or accidentally onto my badly timed cat, Bobo.I went out this weekend and ended up catching the eye of a rather hot guy, who I ended up chatting to for a while. All was going well, until I looked over his shoulder and saw a rather slight young man shooting daggers at me. I asked the guy if he new that goblin over there, he said “yeah that’s my BF”. Oh…well that kinda killed the conversation faster than saying you liked a good “fisting”.
I was rather taken aback at his rather glib admission and his still present eagerness to molest me. I was not having any of it, so after a couple of “Whoa Tigers” we continued our conversation. Until I spied Mr. BF totally pashing another guy, I stopped the conversation and asked “how do you feel about that??” He was like, “whatever, he does his thing and I…… do mine”. Then looked at me like a shark eyeing a plump seal. I laughed and thought you have to be kidding.
He proceed to tell me he could not break up with him as they just moved up together from Melbourne and it was not the right time, though he wanted my number so he could call. I was just flabbergasted, is he for real? Had I taken acid and was now hallucinating this scenario asleep on some hotel toilet?
I just said there is no way I am going to let you call me if you are not single. End of story. I grabbed my gear as I was scared the drink and overall hotness of the guy would make me do something I regretted. As I was leaving he followed me outside to say he hoped we met again sometime soon. I was pleasant but firm, so single no mingle buddy
I left feeling rather proud of myself, but then a little down that again the only guy I met that I had a spark with, was a mess.
He was also a cop as well. Another one?? Holy lord people, is there a newsletter circulating between gay cops with me on the cover – “Available for dipshits. Apply in person at your local fag bar”.
Here is a pic of me and my lovely friend Zilla, at her BF's house before above event.
