I'm back. I really need to back into the blogging thing. It relieves so much...tension. You know?
I've recently tried to usurp myself back into gay culture. Go to bars in Hell's Kitchen, Chelsea, all the hot spots. Not necessarily to meet guys, just be around my kind. I also recently found, I don't really fit into these scenes. Despite my flamboyant mannerisms and stunning ensembles, I just can't deal with all the MEN. They are everywhere. Talking in groups, grinding on each other, attempting to get free drinks from the hot bartender...I just wanna be with my friends and consume the cheapest booze possible.
It's not like I'm poor and need to watch my budget. I just love a divey, disgusting Lower East Side bar, worthy of nothing but a sideways glance as you move to the club down the block. These places are full of dynamic personalities and good times, as long as you know how to look. They are great for meeting with friends, making new ones and cheap whiskey.
Gay men kind of freak me out. I just don't know how to handle more than one or two at one time. I want to start dating and it's been FOREVER since I actually dated, so I recently joined a dating website. One I so inconspicuously call OkStupid. The only messages I get, and I get a lot unfortunately, just say "Hey what's up?" or "Liked your profile. Wanna meet?"
Say whaaaaaaaaaa....
What kind of girl do you take me for??? I need to know a little about you. What's your favorite drink? What do you do? Are you a cuddler? If so, how much? (I shudder to think) How do you like your pb&j? Hopefully with extra p.
In short, I'm pretty selective. It's either a curse or a blessing. We'll see when that right guy comes along and we get past that first awkward date...First dates are actually kind of fun, but that's another post for another day...Say tomorrow? :)
