7 Days Late

Sunday Night
So the plan was actually to write this Sunday night/Monday morning, but better late than never...I think. LOL. So yeah, Sunday night was turning into a typical boring night. I was chilling, talking to the annoying guy I'd like to be free of when my ex called me on my cell. So I picked up and I could tell he was kinda down. I proposed we go out and do something, because I knew he could use the company and I could use the escape from my house. It was such an emotional shift, going from talking to the annoying guy to my ex. With the annoying guy, I kinda just sit on the phone as he talks about himself and whines about my refusal to play into his self-congratulatory rants. But when my ex called, I was genuinely happy to hear from him and we made plans to hit up BoysTown.

So, after I end the call, I go back to the other call and the guy says "Oh, so you and your man going out tonight? I don't want to impede your good time." Mofucka please! 1. That whole "your man" business is hella childish. Don't try to tell me what the relationship is between me and someone else, because you aren't getting what you want out of me. I'm sorry that you are emotionally void and therefore uninteresting and someone else actually has a personality and a heart. 2. You coulnd't impede my time if you wanted to. I'm notorious for ending calls and subsequently turning my cell phone off.

Anyway, I quickly ended that call, so I could freshen up and make myself presentable for some time in the gayborhood. My ex was teally going thru it apparently. He was going thru some things or, probably more accurately, ending some things with a person he had been involved with. So things were somewhat tense initially, but he can't keep that up with me. Our bond is one that makes both of us happy, so 15 minutes into the trip, we were laughing and smiling as usual. We hit up the IHOP on N. Halsted ("the gay IHOP") and did a combination of enjoying the fuck out of our meals (pumpkin pancakes for me and banana cheesecake for him) and people-watching. We had a really good time and I was especially happy to see him happy. The trip home was faster than I would have preferred, but it's cool. We still had an amazing time. MUCH better than sitting on the phone and someone talks about how great he thinks he is.

Another Ex
In March 05, I met a really cool dude that I was really feeling. Light skinned, 5'9, amazing body, beautiful smile, trained tenor voice, plans to teach music, amazing kisser. Anyway, we liked each other, but we couldn't date, because he wasn't over his ex. Fast forward to the present and they are living together. Things are going moderately well for them, but it's a relationship so things go wrong from time to time. Anyway, I was talking to the guy and we just really started to talk about the joy that can come from a truly honest and giving relationship. Before I knew it, he was on the brink of tears and it was really a reassurance that I am the sort of man I had believed and it really reinforced that a good man can be appreciated. :-D And that made me smile.