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October 26, 2005
Rain
It's been a miserable mofo around DC these past few days. If I wasn't depressed before, I think I may be now. Although...the sun is out today. Amen.
I believe this is the third year in a row I've skipped the High Heel Race cuz it rained (which is a shame cuz I love it). Such a good time. Anyway, I don't feel like writing so please check out these sites. One is funny. One is provocative. I don't live in NYC and did not lose anyone on 9/11 so someone else with more knowledge will need to respond to "Let Them Build."
They both are now my "Durban Buds" so please be nice to my peeps:
Guide to Gay Bar Behavior for Straight Girls
The weather is supposed to be nice this weekend. Perfect day for a big anni par-tay. Stop by with a present/cash. C'ya!
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October 24, 2005
Man Crush
Rob thinks my straight neighbor has a man crush on me. I don't think I agree, but I will say his behavior was a bit odd the other day.
We've lived in our building for 2.5 years. Everyone is straight except for us and the guy who lives next door who owns the yippy weiner dog that barks all the time. He used to own two of those awful creatures, but one of them mysteriously disappeared. ;-) Anyway, we are friendly with everyone but we don't hang out or anything.
We got an Evite from one of the married couples two weeks ago inviting us to a party they were having on Saturday. After their little par-tay, everyone was to go out to a club. It was basically a pre-party celebration because their favorite club was closing. I did not know they were clubbers. Everyone in our building is progressive, but I would not classify any of them as the clubbing type. What do I know.
I received an email from my neighbor earlier last week asking me to check my spam folder for an Evite he had sent, cuz he had not heard from me yet. Okay, I'll get right on that.
I decided to respond the day before their little party. I sent my response. Of course I said we would be there; I mean, they're our neighbors; they know if we're home; we can't lie. Plus, they are nice and we do like them.
At almost the exact same time there was a knock at our door. Rob gets it. I hear our neighbor asking if we had received the Evite. Rob, who is clearly clueless about the party (mainly because he is not the event planner in the relationship), says he does not know. I hear our neighbor say, "Where's your boyfriend?" Rob, being ever so thoughtful says, I think he's sleeping downstairs. I decided I needed to nip this in the durban bud.
I walk up the stairs. He sees me and starts yelling at me, "Dude, ya gotta come this weekend. This club is so amazing and it's closing. Ya gotta come. You like to DJ, right?" I'm, like, "Well, I'm just a bedroommmmm..." He grabs my hand and starts pulling me down the hall into his apartment. Okie dokie.
He asks what type of music I like to hear at the clubs. He says, "You like house, right?" "Yeah," I say. "You gotta come, ya gotta come." I said, "We are planning on stopping by your place Saturday night." "Ya gotta come out to the club too, ya got to." I'm thinking, um, no I really don't. He starts hitting me on the shoulder. "Dude, c'mon, c'mon. I'll get you in free." I hate when guys do that to me. I'm not your little brother. Do not hit me like I am your little brother. It's a pet peeve. If you do it again, I'm gonna tell your wife you gave me a rim job. He grabs me by my shoulders, starts shaking me, looks me in the eyes and says, "You're coming!" Stop shaking me, I am not salt nor pepper. If I were a baby, I would be dead.
He puts on some house music and tells me how awesome it is and that I HAVE to be there. Why doesn't Rob HAVE to be there? I appreciate the music. So does Rob. I have TONS of house records so I understand all of it, but I don't NEED to go to this place. I really don't. I told him I'm sure the club is nice, but we really don't go out to clubs much anymore. I also said we've never been to that club, so a crowded closing party for its regulars is not a place I want to be. He starts hitting me on the shoulders again. "You're coming! If you go, I'll buy you a trip to Cancun." I was getting scared. We know each other but we don't KNOW each other. Please get me out of here. Plus, um, didn't Hurricane Wilma pay a visit to that place? Can you make another offer?
I said, "Well, we'll see," and left down the hallway. Another, "You're comin!" Doubt it.
Next day. We kinda had plans to go out with Hot Joe that night (after we stopped by our neighbors, of course). It got later in the evening and the weather sucked, so we decided to stay in and watch a movie instead. I informed HJ that we had to stop by this party but he was welcome to just chill out with us if he wanted. He comes over.
The party was from 8-10pm so we decided to go at about 9:50. We walk down the hall and open the door. Smoke begins to seep into the hallway. When did Robert Downey Jr. move in?
We walk in and, of course, did not recognize anyone except a cat we sometimes baby-sit (or is it cat-sit). It was walking on the table with all the food. My neighbor sees us and starts yelling, "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey!" Everyone turns and looks. He gives us huge hugs and instructs his wife to introduce us to all the people in the living room who look really uninterested in meeting anyone at the moment. I tell his wife it is really not necessary (since everyone was already deep in conversation). She agrees.
My neighbor starts yelling and pointing at me to his friends, "That's the guy I was telling you about! That's him!" Huh? What could you possibly be telling them? I mean, we've never even hung out or really talked all that much. Anyway, I smiled and said, "Hi."
Joe and I scurried off into the kitchen to look for a beverage. There was another cat on top of the fridge. Here, kitty kitty. There were bottles of beer but we also saw cans. We used the cans deliberately. If there were any two people who would not be allowed in the club, it was us. We were both wearing t-shirts and jeans. We looked like we were from "King of the Hill." This was a deliberate move. The club is casual but most people dress up. I wanted to fit the part of someone who would not be going, so as not to disappoint him too much when we broke the news.
"This is gonna be so much fun, man." "Yeah, I'll bet it is. We just wanted to stop by for a bit and say hi." "Dude, you're coming." "I can't. I'm not dressed right." "You look fine, plus you're gay. They love that." If this were being filmed, this is the point I would look at the camera. "Don't let me down. You gotta be there. Hey, man, I'll even go to a gay club with you, but I'm not takin' off my shirt! My belly is too big." He lifts up his shirt to demonstrate. Ew. I don't need to know your business. He then disappeared for a moment.
We did meet several lovely people there. Gay and straight. Lots of DJ's. I spoke to his beautiful wife briefly. She mentioned that her husband really wants me to go and then mentioned the "Cancun trip if I go" offer. Again, I would look at the camera.
After chatting it up with a bunch of his cool friends and wife, I was itchin' to go home. I had one beer and that was enough.
We said goodbye to everyone, but I didn't see my neighbor. Perfect. Let's go. No drama. We start to walk down the hall. Then. He appears. "Don't let me down, dude." "I'm sorry; we'll just feel like we're intruding." He looks at ALL of us and says, "I'm really disappointed. You guys should be there." Good, I think, at least I don't get all the blame. Then. He puts his hand on my chest, pushes me against the wall and says, "But I'm REALLY disappointed at YOU." Um, security. Again, I am not your little brother. Stop touching me!
He made some more offers to try to get us to go (which were rather intriguing), but we wouldn't budge. We went back to our quiet, smoke-free, serene place. We chilled out, watched a crappy horror movie remake and had a productive Sunday.
I'm not sure I would classify it as a man crush. Maybe he was just really excited (or, um, something). But, then again, what do I know.
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October 21, 2005
Stoner Cruise
Now this sounds like a good time. Dave Matthews is headlining the Dave Matthews & Friends Caribbean Cruise Getaway, where fans get on a cruise, hear music from the likes of Bob Weir, Toots and the Maytals and the North Mississippi Allstars, and land on a private island in the Bahamas, where Matthews will perform with various artists. It happens February 4th. I've always thought Dave was kinda cute. This would make a wonderful gift!
* Nickelback have a new song out. Have you heard it? I bet you have, like, a hundred times already today. And guess what? You're gonna hear it everyday for the next year. It is a radio programmer's wet dream; a new Nickelback song. But it doesn't matter if you don't listen to the radio or watch videos. You will hear it as you walk down the street. You will hear it blaring out of trucks. You will hear it as you walk through the store. You will hear it at the gym. So get used to it.
* Wanna see some cool acoustic performances from some cool people I like? I bet you probably don't. But you should. Check it out.
* BLOWOFF is happening this weekend. Should I go? Hmm, not sure yet.
* Prison is funny 
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October 20, 2005
The Grudge #3
If someone is still holding a silly grudge against you and is being mean to you, just tell them to get their head out of their ass. Cuz it looks really unhealthy.
If you are at work and someone saw this and asked what it was, just tell them it's a new pilates technique that's sweeping the nation.
If you find that disturbing, just stare at these guys again:
Have a great day!
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October 19, 2005
Roomba
Rob and I usually celebrate our own Christmas after we visit and spend time with one of our families. We switch off respective places to spend the holiday every other year. We're very versatile that way. Both families send us packages with gifts but we do not open them until we get back. It actually gives us something to look forward to after the 25th.
Last Christmas my mom told me she had gotten me something "unusual" and if I did not like it to please return it and that she would not be offended at all. I was concerned what she had gotten me cuz she was so adamant about telling me this every time I spoke with her. I also received a call from my sister who laughed and said, "Please call me as soon as you open it. Ha ha ha." I was really nervous.
I have to add that opening your gifts away from your family and in the privacy of your own home is awesome because if you really don't like it, you don't have to suddenly become Meryl Streep and pretend how much you love it. In fact, you can say "yuck" and throw it. It's really better this way. I remember when I was younger and opened presents in front of my relatives; someone would always have a video camera. The pressure was so intense to put on your best performance (especially if each person took turns opening their gift while everyone waited). "Oh, thank you, Aunt Bonnie! This Old Spice cologne set is just awesome. Can't wait to use it!" Hopefully, there were always eager little kids around who were so ready to open their next gift so the camera would quickly pan away. Whew!
Well, the time had come for us to open our gifts from last X-mas. We actually got some pretty decent stuff. I waited to open the infamous large package my parents had sent until the end. I opened it up and gasped. It was a Roomba! A look of terror came over my face. I wasn't sure how to feel. First, I thought, Oh my God, my mom watches infomercials. Do her friends know? Then I felt insulted. Does she think I am that filthy and lazy that I can't use a vacuum cleaner? Lastly, I began to laugh. It's a funny looking little object. Then I remembered I had read somewhere that these things actually work pretty well. What the hell, let's give it a try.
We turned it on and let it do its work. It went all over the place. If it would bump into something, it would keep turning until it had a pathway to move again. If it got stuck on a rug, it would just keep trying (even kind of moving upwards to get off it). It was pretty cool and it kept going over everything again and again. We opened its little dirt container and it had managed to pick up a lot of shit. I was impressed.
Sometimes I can be easily entertained so I would turn it on and just watch it for long periods of time. If I were stoned had a few beers I could even watch it for an hour or so. It was such an interesting little robot. After awhile I started to feel a bond with my new mechanical friend. He was becoming a part of the family.
I would play with him. I would run around with a string and see if he could catch it. We would have dinner at the table together. He would hang out with us during barbecues. We would sit and watch "Newlyweds" together and just laugh our asses off. He even celebrated gay pride with us this year.
We thought about having portraits taken of our alternative family. It would be me, Rob, the beagle we sometimes took care of and the Roomba. It would be beautiful. A beautiful, loving family.
Well, the beagle moved away and the Roomba and I had a falling out. He's still around but we don't play with him much anymore. Just like every gift you get, you tend to put it away after awhile. You just lose interest.
Plus, next Christmas is right around the corner and I need a new toy. Can't wait!
Our Roomba celebrating Gay Pride
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October 17, 2005
I Ain't Sayin' She a Gold Digger
Todd called again in the middle of the night the other day. It was around 3am. Once again, I saved the recording. As I've said before when people leave me drunk messages, I will turn them into dance songs. And this one will be mixed in with the previous version. Rob decided to seek revenge so he redialed the number on the caller ID around 5am and it ended up being someone else's cell phone Todd used. So whoever Rob called at 5am, he's sorry. Blame Todd.
We're gonna finally have that anniversary party I keep blabbing about. We've decided to have it on Halloween weekend cuz it seems appropriate. Feel free to stop by and bring us lots of gifts. I'm serious. Or mail them. We're registered at Target, Crate and Barrel and Beers of the World. Thanks.
That is all for now.
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October 14, 2005
Update to the Grudge
My earlier post alluded to the fact that I don't "hate" anyone. I take it back. I fucking hate our president. Even Corky from "Life Goes On" would call him "a big dumb dumb."
Again, my blog will not always be political but I just saw a staged interview with Bush and troops in Iraq and I have to comment on him now.
I went to Pennsylvania on election day to actually get out the vote. We went to some of the poorest neighborhoods I have ever seen. It is disgusting that people live like they do in our own backyard. It's disgusting. Un-American. And certainly Un-Christian. The majority of people seemed happy that we actually were interested in their opinion. A lot of them said, "George Bush does not care about us" and they are right. Unless you have tons of money and pretend to have a relationship with god, Bush would not give you another thought. I was so glad Bush lost that state. I felt we did our part and we did it well.
I don't know how anyone could possibly feel comfortable with this moron in control of our country. You republicans have got to feel embarrassed a little, don't you? I mean, he cannot articulate a sentence. I can understand you wanting to have someone in office that represents your values but don't you also want someone who can also articulate your values and concerns. He is more retarded than I am and he's the commander in chief. I could be fucking president. There were other people on the ballot! They might not have had a chance in hell of winning but where was your conscience or integrity or intelligence when you pulled that lever or pushed that button?!?
I remember speaking to someone who said she was going to vote for Bush (back in 2000) because she was so sick of the "scandals" of the Clinton administration. I am 34 years old and I have never witnessed a more corrupt government in my life than the current administration. If moral people were in control of congress, this bozo would have been impeached a few years ago and there would have been a ton more scandals. Bill Clinton said to the American people, "I did not have sex with that woman." Millions of dollars were spent to investigate this claim. George W. Bush said to the American people that "we NEED to go to war because Iraq has weapons of mass destruction." That turned out to be a fucking lie. A lie. For all those religious zealots out there, that's called a sin. He did NOT say Sadaam is a horrible man and we need to remove him. He said, again, "We NEED to go to war because Iraq has weapons of mass destruction." Just because someone calls themselves religious does not mean they practice what they preach. Trust me. I was raised southern baptist, attended church regularly and have seen hypocrisy first hand and quite often. And nothing was EVER done regarding what GW said. He was given a free pass and allowed to kill thousands of people in the process. Is that really Christian?
I am a registered independent, how could any of the other registered "independents" vote for this guy after witnessing the previous 4 years? Do they not read or watch video of the man? I see his approval ratings have fallen so far with independents. Aww, that's so sad. And a big fuck you. I would hope you would have had a little more common sense when you pulled that lever to vote for the fucking moron but you made your bed, now lie in it. So get back in your SUVs, go to the gas station and shut the fuck up when you have to pay a fortune.
Sorry, I'll go back to stories about Debbie Gibson next time.
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October 12, 2005
The Grudge
We had a yard sale the other weekend. I am trying to get rid of a ton of shit I do not use anymore. Anyway, as I was cleaning out my closet (insert Eminem beats here), I came across a bag that contained some weed a number of old cards and letters from ex-boyfriends and friends during my first few years of coming out. Since I didn't date guys until I was 20 I decided to hold onto (almost) everything that was given to me. I never got to experience love letters from guys in high school so I always wanted to have hard copy proof that somebody actually liked me the way I wanted/needed to be liked. Make sense?
Most of these guys were so sweet and gracious to me. I wish I could say I was the same in return. I was new to the whole dating process, insecure, inexperienced and kind of a dick. I dated a number of people at the same time. It was just such a great feeling to FINALLY get the attention I desired. So I saved a lot of it. Even my ex who I bitch about a lot wrote me some of the nicest letters I have ever gotten (now-a-days I guess they would be called "e-mails"). I don't know. I was young and I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm sorry for behaving like a moron to those guys. Most of them didn't deserve it. Now I'm not apologizing to every guy I dated, I'm just saying the majority deserved a lot more than I could give them at the time.
My point is I'm trying to be better about holding grudges against people. All people. At the time, I would tell horror stories about those guys and exaggerate mean things those guys "did to me" to make me break up with them or what-not. I'm not just referring to people I've dated; I'm speaking about friends as well.
It's funny how some people come in and out of our lives. We can be so damn close for a number of months and then never speak to them again. It's just odd. I can honestly say that I do not "hate" anyone. I think Ann Coulter, Tom Cruise and Doris Roberts are giant douches. I don't hate them though. I just feel sorry for them cuz they're very ignorant and self-absorbed. There are definitely people I am disappointed with or people I choose not to hang around simply because we are just not compatible or I find their behavior toxic. And, guess what, people? We cannot be compatible with everyone. Nor should we try to be. A lot of people will like us but there will also be people who just won't click with us. And that should be okay. I think we all have this need to be liked by everyone but that's just not reality. And it's okay.
I used to be such a grudge holder. If you ever crossed me I would never give you another chance. It was silliness I now realize. I am more mature now so I can actually SEE the way I was behaving. At times, I felt it was genetic.
I have one of the greatest mothers in the world. I love her dearly. I never met her father. He left my grandmother for another woman when my mom was just 13 years old. My mom's 4 other siblings had moved out of the house at that time. My mom was the youngest. My grandmother had to work 3 jobs just to provide the basic necessities to live. My mom never forgave him for what he did. She never saw him again. I never met him.
He died a couple years ago. My mom did not go to the funeral. Her other siblings did. They continued a relationship with him even though what he did was deplorable. My mom has her reasons for never speaking with him again and I do not judge her for her choices. If I were in her shoes, I probably would feel the same way.
I do have to say though that it would have been nice to meet him at least one time, ya know, just to shake his hand and look into his eyes to see if we had any sort of resemblance. Even if it were just for a few minutes. I don't know. The whole situation is sad but I completely respect my mom's decisions. I wonder at times if this "grudge" (deservedly so) ever affected her throughout the years. Maybe not. She was always amazing and sweet with my sister and me. I do know it would have affected me. Maybe she is just a stronger person.
And I'm certainly not saying that someone who has done you wrong needs to be immediately forgiven. We can be cordial when we see them but also choose not to spend time with them or celebrate them as a human being. That's fine. All I'm trying to say is some of the grudges we hold against other people end up making us more bitter and angrier at the world. It's just not worth all the built up anxiety we hold inside toward another human being.
I get classified as aloof a lot of the time. Some people consider this as I don't like them. It's all silliness. We need to stop trying to analyze what/how other people feel/think when we, honestly, have no idea. And we really need to stop thinking that others are thinking about us because, in reality, they probably are not spending anytime thinking about you.
Bottom line is there are people in horrible, inhumane situations around the world. Is your grudge against someone else really that important when you compare it to how the majority of people live in this world? I think not. Life is too short. Let it go.
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October 10, 2005
Days of Rain
It was a late night and it poured the rain but it was still crazy fun. Rob and I went to a BAR Friday evening before the show. Yes, an actual bar in DC. Seeing us at a bar in DC is similar to seeing the Loch Ness Monster or, perhaps, Big Foot, or, perhaps, George Bush saying something intelligent. It just never happens. It did happen though. And we had a blast.
Got to meet the handsome Dumbek and Dinger couple. Those are some good people (plus they have a hot tub and a pool). Maybe someday they will let us use it. I promise to keep my clothes on. Lots of fun. Also hung out with Joe and infamous hot-tubbers, Tim & Donn. Dumbek has a good rundown of the evening and all those bloggers in attendance so I won't give you a double dose. Met lots of nice guys. If there are any photos of the evening, please destroy them. Thanks.
Apparently, Bob's show was being filmed for a DVD. Sometimes I forgot I was at a Bob Mould show. I mean he does have a ton of straight fans. I hope they weren't offended by my accidental bear hugs and kisses to those that came into my vicinity. Despite my earlier post to the contrary, I was much more in a huggy type of mood that evening. And I was only drinking light beers. So if there are any crowd shots on the DVD and I am seen kissing someone, it is probably not me.
A great show so go see it! Bob is heading out to the west coast so all you west coast boys need to go see him at these places:
Oct 11: Neumo's - Seattle, WA
Oct 12: Doug Fir - Portland, OR
Oct 14: The Fillmore - San Francisco, CA
Oct 15: The El Rey - Los Angeles, CA
All the newspapers and magazines have been raving about his shows and his band's performance but a few have complained that he did not invite me on stage to play the triangle on one of his songs during his DC set. Whatever. I bet Liz Phair will. The media will appreciate that. And someday, he will play "Can't Fight It" for me. Someday.
Update 11/30: Yeah, well maybe I didn't get to show off my triangle skillz but I do believe I coaxed you into performing "Can't Fight It" at the past 2 shows AND "Days of Rain." And, did both audiences show their giddy appreciation for hearing both those songs; why yes, they did. Tell Ms. Phair I am also available if she needs some setlist tips. I rock. Ding. Ding.
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October 07, 2005
Save the Music
Uh-oh.
Tonight Bob Mould is playing at the 9:30 Club. I shall be there with Rob, Joe, and some hot-tubbing friends. I also hope to meet up with some fellow bloggers. I'll be the one wearing the Debbie Gibson T-shirt. Please say hi. I have a feeling it's gonna be a long night. I hope Bob will invite me on stage to play the triangle. I'm very good at it.
My girlfriend Liz Phair is playing there on the 12th. Did you buy her new CD yet?
Local band Bicycle Thieves are playing Austin Grill in Silver Spring on Oct. 9th. Pick up their CD too.
It's all about the music, people.
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October 05, 2005
Birds and Hugging Etiquette
This past weekend was gorgeous in DC. Sunny and 70's the whole time. I decided to take advantage of the outdoors since I didn't have much to do. I went to the Circle on Saturday to people watch. I brought my little blanket, a magazine and some music. I laid down in an area by a tree that had a good view of all the people walking through the park. I noticed right next to me a few booths set-up in which people were offering to give "Stress Tests" to unsuspecting passer-byers (e.g. poor people and tourists). I was surprised how many people fell for it. It's a great marketing tool for those scientologists. People sat down, were asked a few questions and then that Diuretics book (or whatever it's called) was shoved in their faces to purchase. I wanted to warn those that actually stopped for a "stress test" what they were really all about. But I was too relaxed in the sun to move. People need to learn on their own.
As I was enjoying the serenity of the afternoon some fuckhead decided to throw bread crumbs in front of my blanket. The man appeared to be homeless so I cut him some slack. I still gave him a dirty look. Not really sure what that would accomplish but it made me feel better. If he has no money, shouldn't he be eating those crumbs? After the 100 or so pigeons descended by my resting place, another fuckhead (who did not appear homeless) threw some crumbs on top of the other ones. Hi, I'll take "Rude Motherfuckers" for $200, Alex. Suddenly, I was Tippi Hedren in The Birds. I started swatting them with my magazine and screaming. I was looking for the nearest telephone booth. If you must feed the birds there are plenty of other spots in the park to do this. Do people not know how disgusting birds are? I mean anyone who would care for filthy birds has to have a few screws loose.
My buddy David joined me at the park. After watching this 22 year-old drunk boy stumble all over the park at 2:00 in the afternoon, we decided to leave.
As we walked down the street I saw a bunch of guys I had not seen in awhile. These were people I knew but never really hung out with. I felt this immediate uncomfortable feeling us gay guys sometimes get when we're not sure what form of affectionate acknowledgement to give. Should I hug them, hug them with a kiss on the cheek, shake hands, or just nod and say, Hey? It's always so odd for me. I'm usually just a hand shaker and, once in awhile, a hugger. Some people I hardly know kiss me on the cheek or, if they're drunk (or I am), on the mouth. Some people I know really well just wave and say hi. Gay guys have a whole unique way of greeting each other. I find the hugging thing very sweet even though I don't always practice it. I wish more people would do this. It's just weird when you don't really know the person so you're not sure what their level of comfort is yet. And it never fails when I give a gay guy a hug and THINK he probably is the kissing type I move in to plant him a kiss on the cheek only to realize he just wants to hug, starts to pull away and I end up kissing his ear. Ew. I end up having that bitter taste in my mouth for the next hour.
Straight guys used to be easier to greet. It was always a handshake which I have no problem with. In fact, I usually prefer it that way. Now it has turned into that rapper bump-chest hug like thing. I still don't know how to do it correctly. There should be classes on it. This one straight guy I'm friends with does this with me whenever I see him. He approaches me. I get nervous. I reach my hand out, he grabs it, pulls me in, we bump shoulders and I instinctively put my arm around him and pat his back as if to say, "There, there, ol' straight boy." Never fails. I can't help it. It's in my nature. Most people usually release after the shoulder bump. However, I don't. Whatever.
I should add, though, that I am a sucker for BIG BEAR HUGS for those that I know and, of course, really cute guys. Eddie Cibrian, Matthew Fox and Dean Coulter (see below) can give me a bear hug whenever they want. I will even kiss their ears.
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