Good Lord, last night. Because, according to all my gay male friends, "I'm the gayest person they know," I decided I wanted to go to a musical night at this gay bar in the Castro with two of my favorites. We had no clue what to expect, but after a delicious dinner, we headed over to see what was what. The bar was kind of quiet, I was pretty much the only one with a vagina there, and they were playing videos of different musicals on the screen. It was a little awkward, so Vest and I decided to just start drinking. Super strong whiskey gingers on deck and after a few songs, everything was AMAZING. They played the best stuff - Rocky Horror, Little Shop of Horrors, The Wiz, Wicked, Hairspray, Company, Cabaret - IT WAS AMAZING. My face lit up with glee with each new song and Vest mocked my enthusiasm. #thisiswhyimsingle #thisiswhyicantgetlaid Whatever, though - I love me some musicals and I enjoyed shouting along to everything and being a general drunken mess. We left around like 12:15am-ish and headed back home. I was starting to feel kind of ill. Then I got an OKC message from this dude I've been chatting with who lives 3 hours away.
Cut to like 15 min later and I'm skyping with this kid. He is beautiful. I mean, total mountain man type - he had a freaking hammock in his room and was wearing some kind of necklace on a leather strap with an artifact-looking pendant on it. He has long hair and a full beard and his muscles - Jesus Christ. His arms - omg there are no words. And his abs were phenomenal as well. Not the Ken Doll 6-pack type, but the rugged I WORK IN THE FIELDS ALL DAY AND COME HOME AND EAT RAW MEAT WITH MY BARE HANDS BEFORE I CLUB A NEARBY WOMAN AND DRAG HER TO MY CAVE type. I'm in love. Okay, maybe not love - but definitely lust. He's hot. I want it. Yes, please. So - he's supposed to be in SF next week and I'm praying that he does come here so we can get it on. That would make me so freaking happy, you have no idea.
Okay, wiping the drool off my mouth and getting back to work. He was a nice diversion last night.
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