I Will Get Used To Sleeping With Other People, And So Will Ken

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Thursday - Woke up on time, but really just moped about the house, eating PB with anything else I could find. I laid down on the couch for a little while, just enough energy to feel sorry for myself and bitter, and fell asleep. Felt a little better when I woke up. Held plank, did some crunches, buzzed my head, showered and shaved. Ken had come home while I was finishing showering, and was in the kitchen doing dishes. He watched TV for a while, and I joined him after a little bit. He did something, perhaps a panda attack or similar, and justified it by saying that it was for making him go to bed by himself. I explained exactly what I did yesterday, about equality, and him barhopping, or going out to hook-up or whatever, but he just apologized, instead of actually communicating a thought. We headed over to Henry's, where he picked up salad fixins and the like, then back home. He had his last TJ's dinner, and I ate more TVP. He ended up going to see "The Dark Knight" with Dallas. They went for the 8pm show, though they declined my suggestion to buy tickets online, and it ended up being sold out. On the plus side, he called and told me that they were staying for the 8:50 showing. I hopped onto A4A, when who should message me but Jonathan Cahoon! I chatted with him, and with one of the gents that only wanted a bf before. He invited me over, but was running in circles. Out of nowhere some little pocket gay in Pt. Loma by the name of Mack invites me over, and is almost creepily insistent about it. Bid adieu to the others and head on over. He's a little weird, but certainly passionate. Get home from that with plenty of time to spare, eat whatever little tidbits we have left in the house, and lay down to try to sleep. Nothing doing there, and Ken kisses me when he gets home. He'd bought me a shirt ($14) and him a shirt and some undies. Also mentioned Dallas bought himself something. Then he asked me where I'd gone. Pt. Loma. What did I do there? Some guy named Mack.
He didn't say anything else, and didn't touch me again.