"I am not ordinarily attracted to homosexual men."

That phrase is now starting to sound eerily familiar. I have heard it from a number people on LJ. I heard it from G. I heard it from S. I heard it today from this guy, E. Hell, I have even heard it from myself.

I don't exactly know what to make of it.

I awoke at 5:30 this morning from a nightmare involving wasps. They would land on my face and leave me in a bit of a quandry. On the one hand, I did not want to swat at them lest they bite me. On the other hand, their presence was intollerable and ignoring them might result in their crawling into an even less pleasant locale (like into my eye ( Read more... )

"What would you like to drink?"

He asked for coffee and a glass of water. I ordered a Sprite. We had barely resumed our conversation before a second interruption ( Read more... )

We were down in basement of my parents' home. I could hear my mother puttering about in the kitchen. I forget what our topic of conversation was, something seemingly casual but replete with the submerged awkwardness of sexual tension. I knelt on the couch, straddling his thighs between my knees, my face a little above his. The weird thing is: I ( Read more... )

Well, that was all very cordial. Apparently, I am nowhere near as appealing in person as I seem online. It's nice to have something resolved.

( G.'s response to my email... )

I sent off an email to G. this afternoon. This is somewhat of a novel experience for me. I tried to be as brief as possible without being abrupt.

( Letter to G. )

You shouldn't have told me about the tears running down your face, by the way. It's really pathetic and cute. And I'll use it against you...

I find myself not even bothering to read G.'s emails all the way through. I initially file them away and check for any new messages from LJ-folk. When I do work my way back to his latest communique, I ( Read more... )

A snippet from my most recent email from G.:

My inclination, of course, was to say fuck that and go elsewhere. But T had to ask the snot-nose D&D punk if they carried The Limey ( Read more... )

G. has become an overnight fan of Six Feet Under. All it took was my raving review and the half of an episode we watched together after the Vagina Monologues and he suddenly traded his Showtime subscription for HBO. Last night, he caught the first episode of the new season and wrote me the following:

You have no idea what a glorious evening I ( Read more... )

To just be writing him off like this?

I really think I should just sort of clarify my lack of interest to G. It has only become more and more clear that, despite his excellent taste in movies and his rather entertaining personality, he is not the type of guy I am ever going to really be interested in. His recent email recounted his adventures at ( Read more... )