I knew when I held her hand... this was gonna be good. I knew when she kissed me in the back of the club... this was gonna be good. I knew when I talked to her until 7:30 in the morning while lying with her on her bed... this was gonna be good. Is gonna be good.
Ah, yes... Gay bars/clubs. Drag shows are a trip. A man dressed as a woman... and you put dollar bills in her fake cleavage. Yes. This is the stuff life is made of. Do you not agree?
Kelly works at Fed with me. And yes... I had a crush on her since I met her. And dontcha know? She felt the same about me. But I was with Julie. Then we broke up. I'm fair game. It wasn't a problem with me to be won over.
Dinner tonight at her apartment in Midtown. Chicken and something else. She's cooking. She's fucking cooking for me! My goodness....
And, yes.... Julie called. And I told her the truth. Yes... I blew her off tonight so I could sleep off the hijinks of last night. I feel like such a shitty person. But then again... I don't. She's hurt. She's upset that I'm possibly with someone else. Her specific words, "I guess I need to hurt like you did." Boy how I cried when she said that... Dot dot dot...
But it's time to move on. There's no more room for "maybe" and "but" and "I wish...".