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Thursday, oh Thursday. Where should I begin? Melissa and I decided to meet in Denver to go dancing at Tracks, which is a gay club. I left after work and we met at the aquarium, went to see her friend's puppies and then headed to Denver again to find the club. We found the place (which was a lot further from downtown then we figure it'd be) and decided we'd head to 16th street mall to eat dinner. Yeah. We got entirely sidetracked and ended up going to a burlesque instead. It was AMAZING. It was your classic cabaret. Beautiful girls, comedy and musical acts in between, acrobatics, things of the like. There was great energy. And the whole place was decorated to the nines - one of the lamps was comprised of glass boots and another of watches. We are visiting again, definitely.
After our happy mistake we headed over to Tracks and ran into Mia. MIA. This is getting too strange. I run into her everywhere. Glenwood, Denver, work, pride, Tracks. What's up with this? She lives in Boulder, I live in the valley. Maybe she's stalking me. It was just. . . too weird, and kind of awkward since Melissa and I were holding hands. Holding hands isn't a big deal but Mia and I have always been potential love interests for each other so it was kind of uncomfortable just standing there casually holding another girl's hand. Anyway, we go inside to dance, have a great time. Get a little, ahem, handsy? Okay, I'm not going to lie, we were almost literally having sex on the dance floor. I have no shame. Later we're standing around having a drink, fooling around a little. . . apparently Mia walked by and gave me a strange look. I can't emphasize how strange it was to have Mia there. Plus the security guards (who were straight men) were watching us. Creepy.
We left around two and then parked under this gorgeous awning of lights that were strung above the street. All of the shops were closed so it was quiet, and Melissa and I just sat there and talked for a long time. She has had an amazing life. She traveled across the country with her parents when she was young, never went to school, took off to the Bahamas by herself when she turned eighteen and lived there. She's been writing for publications since she was 16 in order to support herself, and she knows how to fly planes. She's amazing. Absolutely fascinating. A cop walked on over to us at three and interrogated us. . . good thing we still had our clothes on. Anyway, he was pretty nice compared to the other cops I've been harassed by, and we went on our way to avoid a parking ticket. We headed to a diner where we ran into a table of boys who had also gone to Tracks. We might have also had sex in the bathroom. But you didn't hear it from me. We continued making our list over coffee and eggs and ended up with 72 items. . . well, 71 left after the bathroom incident.
We parted our ways at 9:30 so that Melissa could go to class and so I could go get my car fixed. It's semi-fixed, and I am thoroughly excited. The roads were too bad to drive back up the mountain, so I decided to stay in Fort Collins with Melissa. We hung out with a few of her friends and saw a movie with Bryonny. And crossed a couple more places off the list. It was fun. I got two hours of sleep that morning and then headed back up (not before running into Barry) and took four and a half hours to get to Eagle. The roads were terrible, but I only slipped once and somehow didn't miss too much work. We're probably going to hang out tomorrow night. . . we'll see what the weather permits, it's blizzarding up here like the world is ending.
And my conscious finally got the better of me. I broke up with Kayla today.
After our happy mistake we headed over to Tracks and ran into Mia. MIA. This is getting too strange. I run into her everywhere. Glenwood, Denver, work, pride, Tracks. What's up with this? She lives in Boulder, I live in the valley. Maybe she's stalking me. It was just. . . too weird, and kind of awkward since Melissa and I were holding hands. Holding hands isn't a big deal but Mia and I have always been potential love interests for each other so it was kind of uncomfortable just standing there casually holding another girl's hand. Anyway, we go inside to dance, have a great time. Get a little, ahem, handsy? Okay, I'm not going to lie, we were almost literally having sex on the dance floor. I have no shame. Later we're standing around having a drink, fooling around a little. . . apparently Mia walked by and gave me a strange look. I can't emphasize how strange it was to have Mia there. Plus the security guards (who were straight men) were watching us. Creepy.
We left around two and then parked under this gorgeous awning of lights that were strung above the street. All of the shops were closed so it was quiet, and Melissa and I just sat there and talked for a long time. She has had an amazing life. She traveled across the country with her parents when she was young, never went to school, took off to the Bahamas by herself when she turned eighteen and lived there. She's been writing for publications since she was 16 in order to support herself, and she knows how to fly planes. She's amazing. Absolutely fascinating. A cop walked on over to us at three and interrogated us. . . good thing we still had our clothes on. Anyway, he was pretty nice compared to the other cops I've been harassed by, and we went on our way to avoid a parking ticket. We headed to a diner where we ran into a table of boys who had also gone to Tracks. We might have also had sex in the bathroom. But you didn't hear it from me. We continued making our list over coffee and eggs and ended up with 72 items. . . well, 71 left after the bathroom incident.
We parted our ways at 9:30 so that Melissa could go to class and so I could go get my car fixed. It's semi-fixed, and I am thoroughly excited. The roads were too bad to drive back up the mountain, so I decided to stay in Fort Collins with Melissa. We hung out with a few of her friends and saw a movie with Bryonny. And crossed a couple more places off the list. It was fun. I got two hours of sleep that morning and then headed back up (not before running into Barry) and took four and a half hours to get to Eagle. The roads were terrible, but I only slipped once and somehow didn't miss too much work. We're probably going to hang out tomorrow night. . . we'll see what the weather permits, it's blizzarding up here like the world is ending.
And my conscious finally got the better of me. I broke up with Kayla today.