Well, the good news is that Mr. X feels a lot better.
So much better, in fact, that he's going into Philadelphia tonight with a bunch of friends leaving me with the promise that we'll "try it again next week."
Okay, so what have I learned about this?
Logo (the gay cable network) is showing "Jeffrey" right now. Jeffrey is avoiding dating Jeff the hunk from the gym because he's HIV positive. That's the way the world is supposed to be ordered. Non-poz guys turning down dates with poz guys because they're afraid of "catching it."
Not me. I do it bass-ackward. I've gotten to a point where I've got no problem dating poz guys and I find the one poz man on earth who turns down dates with non-poz guys.
How weird is that? Is he co-dependently trying to protect me from him? I need to call my old therapist and schedule an appointment, I think.
I've also learned that Mr. X, although he went to the same university as I did, didn't quite have the same experiences I did. Whereas I was totally out, he was totally closeted. I was president of the Gay Community, he joined a frat and had a "girlfriend".
One thing we did have in common, though, was we both cruised into Philadelphia every weekend, to go dancing and whoring.
He also loves LA. I'm not wild about LA. There's a writer there who owes me millions.
He's probably a Republican, too, but I've already decided that I'm not even going to bother to find out if that's true or not. This relationship is over before the first date!
Do I know how to project, or what?
So, I'm back on the market, boys.
COME AND GET ME!!!!