Squeak in Straightland

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Felt a little run down the whole day at work, and my gums were killing me again. Completely forgot I'd told Billy I would take him to the mall to get his phone fixed until he texted me. Oops! Billy was gay bashed months ago, and finally had a second surgery the other day. His partner has been down taking care of him, but needed to go back to work for a couple days. I can never remember where he lives, but I build that into the time it takes me to get there. Mall traffic wasn't even terrible, surprisingly for 5:30.

We found the Apple store with relatively little difficulty - everyone, including the Apple on the front, is now wearing red for fisting the holidays. It was busier than I expected inside, and as always, I'm not comfortable in crowds of straight people. Yes, there were also queer people there, at a fraction of the population and I don't care for it. Dropped his phone off, set out to walk the mall for 2 hrs.

As it turns out, that's a harder proposition than it sounds like. The mall is full of crap. Basic, overpriced clothing stores intermingled with overpriced tech crap stores. A thermometer that you can charge with USB. An electric straw. $130 headphones with cat ears...okay that one I bought, but all I really want is a soulmate, someone else to catch this drift headband or hat with excitedly flat back Chihuahua ears. Billy tried to get me to try the VR machine in the Microsoft store, one of the employees was bitchy, but the others were nice, so I bit my fangs.

We walked past Papyrus, which made me wonder how Sean is doing. As I was describing him -"really nice boy, just also a meth addict" - Billy stopped me, because he's never heard me describe anyone as an asshole, or even not prefaced something critical with something complimentary. He led it with "no offense," but I'm not seeing how any could be taken?

All of this (and more!) had garnered us 45 minutes down. So we got him a smoothie from Starbucks, walked the laps again, looked for a good men's necklace for me (I keep losing them at trick's houses) and a tie for him, and eventually ended up waiting for the last 45 min at the store itself. We talked about Russ and about the complications with Matt. Not that I wanted to date him, but we were hanging out a lot, and I'm a little upset 1) that there's weirdness there and 2) I don't think he's a communicator based on our admittedly brief friendship, which is a problem in friendships as well as romantic partnerships.

His phone finally fixed, I dropped him off at home, said hi to his pups, and drove to my place where Pupple and a very tired, frustrated Tim were waiting. Tim doesn't understand why Sunday was a problem - so he wanted to hang out and have sex with your friend without you, so what? Tim knows me, so the only possible explanation for this level of befuddlement is that he was too upset at his own situation to even know who he was talking to. He did later come around though, stating that even for one of my guys, Matt seems unusually self-interested, that he's 27 going on 14, and that I'm one of the most selfless people he knows.....except when it comes to sex. And these are bad combinations. He took Pupple out, I got cleaned up and went to bed, though I had a hard time sleeping.