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why are all the good men gay?

so i bailed on the wine tasting to see this guy speak. as some of you may (or more likely may not) recall, when we all went to Jon’s cape house i had my face buried in a book like the entire time? and everyone was like what the hell is wrong with you you’re reading a book at dinner? well, it was this book and i was just so thrilled to hear it’s author talk about things like the size of his blind date’s penis and how to train oneself to be rude (cut inline at the coffeeshop and then tell your detractors to “FUCK OFF, CUNT”). the reading was at this bar in Newton, where the DJ formerly know as Cloudhoppa, Katsu and i once played a pathetic yet rousing game of darts over beers and vodka with cranberry.

Last night, the place was packed up like kenmore sq. after game 7, and although i got there 30 minutes before the reading, the bar was still sufficiently swamped to prevent me from getting my drink on in a timely manner. so this guy (mid-40’s, possibly gay, with that “crazy professor” look to him) who has been waiting next to me for like, say 10 minutes, suddenly flares up and somehow flags down a bartender. he puts his arm around me and orders 2 drinks for himself and then is like “those and whatever she wants and whatever he (the guy next to me) wants too. we’re all together. don’t worry, sweetheart it’s on me.” woo-hoo!!! i LOVE possibly gay men!!! and really gay men!!! but all that is a conversation for another blog.