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muckefuckSince I never like to share too depressing a post without leavening it with a little good news, here are some things going well right now. In the area of sex, guys are starting to want my dick again (I'll never understand why this ebbs and flows as it does) and I was able to have some fun with an old buddy last Saturday. "I'm so glad we became lovers" he said as I collapsed on top of him and--for all that he's annoyed me over the years--I am too. There's another guy who I met after that birthday brunch with BB when, at Clint's suggestion, we all hit 2Bears Tavern, the new gay bar, together. We've tricked once and it was so nice and relaxing I nodded off. He's been pretty emphatic about a rematch, we just haven't managed to schedule anything.
On the friendship front, I'm quickly becoming close with a guy who's just moved here from Phoenix. We only met at a party two weeks ago and since then we've met for brunch, had a drink at Anvil together, and chatted almost every day. He's also been over to my house twice, most recently just yesterday--that's right, the same day I almost couldn't get out of bed. I saw he was in the neighbourhood for a job interview, so I invited him to stop by and tell me how it went in the hopes that it would motivate me to human. And it worked. That night he asked about why I'd been so down and we ended up talking about our death-related fears for twenty minutes or so.
Tonight I have dinner with someone I've always thought was neat but haven't managed to get together with since before COVID. He posted to social media yesterday about how, if this has happened to anyone, it's not them, it's him and vowing to do better going forward. Thursday I'll probably be meeting some pals for a drink, Friday night JB is taking me to a concert at the Old Town School, and Saturday Clint and I are driving down to Blue Island to see one of our favourite people in the world.
Clint, btw, just continues to grow on me. He was working from home yesterday so I walked into the kitchen to find roast potatoes and air-fried chicken timed to be ready to serve moments after my arrival. Sunday, seeing how lethargic I was, he dragged me from the house to buy cat supplies and go for a drive to Montrose Point. In general, he's just keeping an eye on me, checking in frequently and offering his unconditional support. So for all my moaning about being so very alone, I'm actually in damn good hands.
On the friendship front, I'm quickly becoming close with a guy who's just moved here from Phoenix. We only met at a party two weeks ago and since then we've met for brunch, had a drink at Anvil together, and chatted almost every day. He's also been over to my house twice, most recently just yesterday--that's right, the same day I almost couldn't get out of bed. I saw he was in the neighbourhood for a job interview, so I invited him to stop by and tell me how it went in the hopes that it would motivate me to human. And it worked. That night he asked about why I'd been so down and we ended up talking about our death-related fears for twenty minutes or so.
Tonight I have dinner with someone I've always thought was neat but haven't managed to get together with since before COVID. He posted to social media yesterday about how, if this has happened to anyone, it's not them, it's him and vowing to do better going forward. Thursday I'll probably be meeting some pals for a drink, Friday night JB is taking me to a concert at the Old Town School, and Saturday Clint and I are driving down to Blue Island to see one of our favourite people in the world.
Clint, btw, just continues to grow on me. He was working from home yesterday so I walked into the kitchen to find roast potatoes and air-fried chicken timed to be ready to serve moments after my arrival. Sunday, seeing how lethargic I was, he dragged me from the house to buy cat supplies and go for a drive to Montrose Point. In general, he's just keeping an eye on me, checking in frequently and offering his unconditional support. So for all my moaning about being so very alone, I'm actually in damn good hands.
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