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long weekend sorts of things
May. 29th, 2016 09:34 amGot a nice Tinder nibble while I was at the Siberian Siren's and am reeling her in. Maybe the SS's potent mojo is partly transferrable.
Spent much of yesterday cleaning my place. Yes, if I were agood better parent I'd make m'boy do more of his share, but I want it done now and I want it done right, so I did it. Excuse: I've been ready for ladies to see my place for the last 24 hours or so.
Not that I've spent any of this weekend in queer spaces, SS's apartment aside. I went out to one of Ramiro's nights last night at the Monkey Loft. No big names, not too crowded because of the long weekend I assume.
But you know how I have... a thing for Mediterranean-looking women? Of course there was a younger (of course) one with long, thick, black hair; big, dark eyes; a high-bridged nose; and visible garter belts. I arranged to be at the hot dog cart at the same time she was and wondered aloud what a Vietnamese hot dog is. She was outgoing enough to reveal an accent from, I'm guessing, the Balkan peninsula. She wished me a good evening and a good hot dog. What is the sound of one nun melting? Of course she was there with a large, affable man in a tie & trilby, and a second, balding man who looked like her relative. All kinds of nope. Tragic.
And speaking of melting, I was wearing my scissor leggings. The event photographer - they're often at these nights - had unequivocally queer spiky hair like a butcher version of Laurie Anderson, and she looked pretty dapper in a men's suit jacket. She complemented me on my leggings (nudge, nudge) and shot me a few times; I made sure the scissors were visible. So yes, I can get women's attention, just not the attention of queer women I'm attracted to.
Spent much of yesterday cleaning my place. Yes, if I were a
Not that I've spent any of this weekend in queer spaces, SS's apartment aside. I went out to one of Ramiro's nights last night at the Monkey Loft. No big names, not too crowded because of the long weekend I assume.
But you know how I have... a thing for Mediterranean-looking women? Of course there was a younger (of course) one with long, thick, black hair; big, dark eyes; a high-bridged nose; and visible garter belts. I arranged to be at the hot dog cart at the same time she was and wondered aloud what a Vietnamese hot dog is. She was outgoing enough to reveal an accent from, I'm guessing, the Balkan peninsula. She wished me a good evening and a good hot dog. What is the sound of one nun melting? Of course she was there with a large, affable man in a tie & trilby, and a second, balding man who looked like her relative. All kinds of nope. Tragic.
And speaking of melting, I was wearing my scissor leggings. The event photographer - they're often at these nights - had unequivocally queer spiky hair like a butcher version of Laurie Anderson, and she looked pretty dapper in a men's suit jacket. She complemented me on my leggings (nudge, nudge) and shot me a few times; I made sure the scissors were visible. So yes, I can get women's attention, just not the attention of queer women I'm attracted to.
