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Am in a bubbly mood as it is Friday afternoon and I have a wedding to look forward to this weekend. I obviously have no partner to take, so I am being called upon to accompany one of the bridesmaids. She's a close friend of mine, so it should be fun. I also get to stay in a really nice hotel, which now that I am a member of the business community, is the least I deserve. I'm praying that there are some cute gay staff, but I doubt I shall be so lucky. Gay people are quite invisible in Bucks.
It has actually been four months now since I had sex, which is something of a record. The dearth of potential suitors is quite shocking. I just don't seem to find anyone that I come into contact with very attractive (in any case, my contact with gay potentials is now fairly minimal). There are a few guys at the gym, but I have the feeling they are closet cases. They look for just a bit too long and yet their body language says stay away. So much for the queer eye revolution.
Another trivial point I feel the need to make is my on-going phone nightmare with Motorola/3. God knows how much time I have spent on the telephone talking to a range of people about why my phone doesn't work properly and why my bills are always wrong. They are just a bunch of bureaucratic incompetents that don't know the meaning of customer service. They should be working for the NSW state government. Actually it did occur to me that this is my penance for prior sins. My complicity in the hulking mess that was the SDRO is now coming back with a vengenace.
Anyway, I'm off to collect my suit from the dry cleaners. If I can remember to/work out how to upload pictures, then you may see photos of the happy day.
It has actually been four months now since I had sex, which is something of a record. The dearth of potential suitors is quite shocking. I just don't seem to find anyone that I come into contact with very attractive (in any case, my contact with gay potentials is now fairly minimal). There are a few guys at the gym, but I have the feeling they are closet cases. They look for just a bit too long and yet their body language says stay away. So much for the queer eye revolution.
Another trivial point I feel the need to make is my on-going phone nightmare with Motorola/3. God knows how much time I have spent on the telephone talking to a range of people about why my phone doesn't work properly and why my bills are always wrong. They are just a bunch of bureaucratic incompetents that don't know the meaning of customer service. They should be working for the NSW state government. Actually it did occur to me that this is my penance for prior sins. My complicity in the hulking mess that was the SDRO is now coming back with a vengenace.
Anyway, I'm off to collect my suit from the dry cleaners. If I can remember to/work out how to upload pictures, then you may see photos of the happy day.