So Friday I am going to "gay night" at g-bar. "Gay night" is a frequent outing where my co-workers go to our favorite gay bar and drink frozen Apple Martini's. Of course I will not be partaking in the drinking the martini's. My boss is urging me to go so that I can hit on the hot straight bartender. Is it weird that I am going to a gay bar to hit on straight guy? If you know me, this is very apropos.
I miss alcohol. I think the lack of alcohol is making me soft.
Also, I seriously need to have sex. My roommate offered up his underage friend Santos. Santos is not his real name but I never bothered to commit his actual name to memory after our initial interlude.
On a separate note: it's nice to see some of my friends coming around. For the first few weeks I felt like a leper. Only my pregnant friends wanted to talk to me. All the drinkers . . . . crickets
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