I took the blog off line a few days ago as a precaution. I know, you missed me. And as usually there is a story. The gays. They love drama.
Single in the City invited Scrappy Doo and myself to come to a gay mixer event on Sunday evening. As we’re in explore mode of Sydney, happy to come along. I arrived a bit early (Scrappy takes time to get beautiful). Single in the City announces that a young Asian guy is joining us “who doesn’t get out much” and who reads my blog.
I immediately got nervous. Scrappy generally doesn’t let me talk to other gay guys, go to gay events and the very last thing is anything having to do with twinkie Asian guys. Worse an Asian guy who’s read the blog. The Asian guy arrives, he’s quite nice and it’s all above board. Things are going as the Brits would say “swimmingly”.
Well Single in the City announces he’s hungry. Fine enough. We pack up and head out. Only at the street, Single in the City announces “he’s tired, not feeling well, left the gas on at home” and disappears down some side street.
So now here I am with an Asian guy I just met, Scrappy who is started to growl and me. Single in the City is riding home in his little car singing Ethel Merman. Sydney, as it turns out, is absolutely dead on Sunday night. Like roll up the sidewalk and especially in winter. Now the 3 of us are wandering around looking for a spot to eat, up the street, down the street, Scrappy is clearly in full growl mode. We find a spot, I pour more alcohol into him. Asian guy is happy as well. Things continue swimmingly.
The evening ends, a bit later than we’d planned, Scrappy decides to roller blade home (I obviously am walking blade home). So he rolls off into the night. I walk Asian guy up the street to where I give him a nice hug and I turn in the opposite direction.
I get to our little apartment and there is Scrappy. Fuming. Where were you? Huh? Where did you go? I walked home. No you didn’t. Yes I did. I rode back to find you and I couldn’t find you. I took the other street. Really, why did you take the other street? It was the same distance. Did you make out with that boy? What! Did you find him attractive? Yes, Scrappy, we made out in the park like wild animals and he has a huge cock and I think we’re going out next week again, is that a problem. KA BOOOM (you knew I’d get it right at some point).
Scrappy then fumes for the next hour, talking about the blog. Are you writing another blog now? And and and. Needless to say, I ain’t getting none tonight. He sleeps on the couch and continues to fume.
In case you haven’t noticed, gay guys, in general, are prone to some of the widest emotional swings that would make a woman proud. Scrappy is a brownie with Latin roots and he goes ape shit if he even remotely things something is up. Now what anyone would want with my fat white ass, I have idea. But the way he figures it, I landed him, I can probably land others (probably right – when I’m good, I’m that good!!!).
So as a precaution, I took the blog off line. Shoot me.