Kickoff, Kick To The Curb, Whatever
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thepnutgalleryLast day of everyone's vacations, first day of Pride. Maybe shouldn't have done the double coffee again, but didn't really have a choice in terms of keeping my energy up all day/night. Scheduled things with Brad, my new friend from Alta Dena who was staying with me. He was driving down with some friends, but didn't have room to stay with them.
Richard had mentioned days ago that he found a place, he just needed this paycheck to get into it. If he'd saved his previous paycheck, he wouldn't have needed to, but whatever. They'd supposedly mailed it to him on Tuesday, but it still wasn't there when I got home from work, so I texted him to tell him they should just reissue it. He didn't want to move out today because it's Pride and there would be traffic. I mean, tomorrow is *actual* Pride, but okay....
Warren asked if I could give him a ride home at the end of the night if he got a ride down, which is no problem. Years past, I've drank waaaaaay too much over Pride, missed a number of events, forgot others, etc. And I don't want that. Brad, for his part, caught on very quickly that I was dating Warren and kept a respectable distance. Even though we were fairly early, several people were already squeaked, including Matt and Nick, our hosts.
The party was fun. I managed not to drink, to chat with some people, and was generally have a great time. And then John showed up. John and Warren dated earlier this year, and Warren dropped me like a hot stone to hang all over him. That drink sounds pretty good right about now. Brad noticed, too, and moved in to talk more with me. When time came to leave for party #2, I was very ready to ditch Warren, but knowing that he was broke, gave him the option instead.
He left with us, and asked if his behaviour was a problem. Well, yeah. I don't know anyone who likes being ditched, and you definitely specified that I was your date. He was much more affectionate for the rest of the night.
Paul's party was...odd. Paul himself was very reticent and seemed uncomfortable, as did his dog. But Leeper was there with the boy he's dating - Oscar, and Justin, and Jerry, and several other older men and their sugar babies. It was an okay time, and a fine kickoff to Pride. I dropped Brad off at The Rail so he could attend DILF, then dropped Warren off at home. He didn't invite me in, but did suggest I leave some of the condoms he likes at his place so they'd be there. He vastly overestimates both how much I trust him and how often I take anything out of my pockets.
Based on 1) his behavior around John and 2) his not inviting me in, I decided to break things off with him again. Tomorrow.
I'd encouraged Brad to go to The Rail, partly because he was eager to do Really Gay Stuff, but mostly because I felt bad about taking so much time from Lady Miss Friday.
Richard had mentioned days ago that he found a place, he just needed this paycheck to get into it. If he'd saved his previous paycheck, he wouldn't have needed to, but whatever. They'd supposedly mailed it to him on Tuesday, but it still wasn't there when I got home from work, so I texted him to tell him they should just reissue it. He didn't want to move out today because it's Pride and there would be traffic. I mean, tomorrow is *actual* Pride, but okay....
Warren asked if I could give him a ride home at the end of the night if he got a ride down, which is no problem. Years past, I've drank waaaaaay too much over Pride, missed a number of events, forgot others, etc. And I don't want that. Brad, for his part, caught on very quickly that I was dating Warren and kept a respectable distance. Even though we were fairly early, several people were already squeaked, including Matt and Nick, our hosts.
The party was fun. I managed not to drink, to chat with some people, and was generally have a great time. And then John showed up. John and Warren dated earlier this year, and Warren dropped me like a hot stone to hang all over him. That drink sounds pretty good right about now. Brad noticed, too, and moved in to talk more with me. When time came to leave for party #2, I was very ready to ditch Warren, but knowing that he was broke, gave him the option instead.
He left with us, and asked if his behaviour was a problem. Well, yeah. I don't know anyone who likes being ditched, and you definitely specified that I was your date. He was much more affectionate for the rest of the night.
Paul's party was...odd. Paul himself was very reticent and seemed uncomfortable, as did his dog. But Leeper was there with the boy he's dating - Oscar, and Justin, and Jerry, and several other older men and their sugar babies. It was an okay time, and a fine kickoff to Pride. I dropped Brad off at The Rail so he could attend DILF, then dropped Warren off at home. He didn't invite me in, but did suggest I leave some of the condoms he likes at his place so they'd be there. He vastly overestimates both how much I trust him and how often I take anything out of my pockets.
Based on 1) his behavior around John and 2) his not inviting me in, I decided to break things off with him again. Tomorrow.
I'd encouraged Brad to go to The Rail, partly because he was eager to do Really Gay Stuff, but mostly because I felt bad about taking so much time from Lady Miss Friday.
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