It's around 10:20am and I don't technically have to be up till 3pm. I honestly don't know why I'm awake but here I am, updating, and listening to Girls Aloud's 'The Loving Kind' for about the millionth time. You'd have thought I'd have got over that song by now but I think it's the lyrics that do it for me.
The last month has been a bit odd. In my desperate struggle to get on the scene and finally put myself out there, a couple of in-roads have kinda fallen into my lap unexpectedly. I mean yeah, there's the cheer lot and also Dave and Mr. Perfect to go out on the town with but neither of them have really taken off and I haven't really been invited on many nights out with them for some reason. Just recently though I've made a new gay friend. I met him a while ago and as he isn't exactly British, he's from mainland Europe, I'll call him Paulo. I know him through someone that knows Steph and he's been an acquaintance for a while but he's not out and my not brilliant gaydar goes rapidly downhill when it comes to non-native speakers. Imagine my surprise when we go to the gym and he asks me if I'm gay and if I want to go out to Canal Street some time. Yep. I'm a bit taken aback. I deal with it well though and we chat about who knows and who he specifically doesn't want to know etc. It's an odd conversation to have on a treadmill.
It turns out that he has a couple of gay friends and is well seasoned when it comes to the gay scene. This is his second degree after all so he must be pushing 24 or something. We get on really well and talks between him and Steph have verified that he would like to think there was something between us but if nothing happens that he'd want to be friends more than anything. I think that's such a nice thing to say. People don't often give me credit for my personality because in general, it's rarely due. I of course don't like him though which is shame but he might have some hot friends? Let's hope so.
To celebrate our new friendship he's invited me to go to a foam part tonight at a new club that's opened in Liverpool's Gay Quarter. I'm excited. There's gonna be boys, booze, foam and UV lights. What more could you want?! The plan is to get really drunk at my house first so when it comes to actually setting foot outside the door I'll be wasted enough to be able to dress inappropriately for the weather but not feel the cold. Yep, I'm willing to risk pneumonia if it means I don't have to bother with a coat. I think a super tight shirt I bought from Topman is a possibility as I tried an S on and it obviously just wasn't gay enough so I downsized to XS and bought it which means that I'll be in grave danger of popping buttons with any heavy breathing. I'm just so cool.
There's also talk that the coach is out as well. This is the first time I don't really care. I'm proud of myself. I may run into him, I may not but I'm not gonna go out of my way to make sure we end up in the same place. Over that now thanks. I mean, even if we do I don't think I'll even drunkenly hit on him because I just can't be arsed with it all. I'll let you know how it goes and fill you in if there's any juicy gossip. Oh I hope there is. With 2 gay nights out this week, tonight and the rave on Saturday, I'm sure I'll be drunk enough for someone to be intelligent enough to take advantage of me :p. Wait. I just read that back. I'm actually a whore.
Thanks for reading.