in which our hero makes a cascading series of escalating mistakes

[notsoclever]

Let us play a game, shall we? What game, you ask? Oh, hrmmm...lemme see...let's call this game "How many fucked up mistakes can one man make in the span of three hours on a Thursday evening

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[caughtshort]

13 is the realizing you'd detonated something...

But 1. is the "What the fuck were you thinking!?" Gay.com is evil.

Meanwhile, what is the alternate agenda you refer to?

[notsoclever]

Gay.com is evil.

Now he tells me.

13 is the realizing you'd detonated something...

13 is an acceptable answer. The exact moment was probably closer to 7.

His alternate agenda? To fall in love with him & need him to be my one and only. Which...not in this moment, no.

[caughtshort]

I almost said 7, however, if you'd truly realized you'd detonated something by 7, then you wouldn't have made it all the way to 13. I think 13 is where it hit you. Which of course, it always the case...we never realize these things until it's too late.

There are nothing but freaks on gay.com, I keep telling people this, but I feel like Henny Penny, only the sky actually IS falling. If you're into duplicitous, maladjusted, freaky freaks, then gay.com is where you go. Otherwise, you...well, I don't know what you do...but not gay.com.

[notsoclever]

So...how was that bourbon?

[caughtshort]

Ah, it was wonderful! Me gusta mucho!

Of course, tonight's all about tequilla shots and Corona. :-)

[caughtshort]

How was dessert?

[notsoclever]

Heh...by the time I got there, I realized that I'd forgotten to eat dinner, so I had a chicken strips appetizer & called it good. Probably same calories as pie, but at least there was some nutritional content. But the conversation was good, and like I said, they made fun of me for my inability to keep it in my pants.

I really need to go looking for a padlock for my zipper.