99 Ranch, And A Fight Apparently About HIV

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Saturday - Woke up super early, cleaned up from the night before. When Ken eventually got up, we went to the 99 Ranch Market. I loved it, except for the big creepy tank of fish at the back. Ken did not fare so well, and has declined to ever go again. We put the stuff we got there away, then walked with Leo over to Ralph's. Bought a bunch of essential stuff - chips, soda, condiments, veggies, etc. Heavy bags, but I felt good about the workout and my endurance. I stayed home longer than I meant to, but it became apparent that the boys were just going to nap, and I finally headed up. I had a GREAT time at Kate's party. I successfully did not eat anything there - all I could've had were chips and a bun anyway. I saw Lindy-Hop, and chatted extensively. Headed home just a little late, but everything was fine. John came over, and we all headed over to Rich's. Rich's was fun - not phenomenal music, but decent, and I ended up taking my shirt off for the first time in forever. Saw Jarett, who didn't seem to be having a good time. Also saw Tim (Cerulean from A4A), who Ken gave mixed signals on. It drives me nuts that he does that - are we taking them home or not? Tim had a friend with him who was VERY forward - he made out with both of us. Ken mentioned he was leaving, so Leo & I went outside, but didn't see him. Called him, and rather than just tell me where the fuck he was, he played "Hot and Cold" with his location, but with "No, that's wrong" instead of either. When I finally did get to him, he was frustrated that I took so long to find him, and I was frustrated that he hadn't just told me where he was, and mentioned as much to him, and he decided we were fighting. Alternated between calling him on his usual bs when he fights, and keeping my mouth shut because I didn't want to fight any more. Ate a bunch of gluten when we got home. When we finally moved the argument into our room, he closed the door and accused me of throwing HIV in his face all the time. Huh?! Now I knew he was drizzunk, because I haven't said anything that could even remotely be construed as being about that in months. The night degenerated from there, and we eventually went to bed. I touched him, and he moved away.