Some might even call me a sexual predator. Yeah that's right. I took a boy home on Tuesday even though I have no interest in him and got him to do things that he didn't really have a lot of interest in doing ("on the first date"). So the story goes...I go out on Saturday (in search of Carson from Queer Eye) and run into Southern Boy. We make out a lot in the middle of the dance floor and he tells me that the ball is now in my court since I now know how much he likes me. Tuesday night. I still haven't called him and really don't know if I intend to. He is there and I'm in one of my moods. We make out a little then a lot. I suggest that we go back to my place to "watch a movie". He tells me that sounds okay if that is all that we do. I get him into the house and we start to watch Best Little Whorehouse in Texas (story on that later). Five minutes into the movie, Jenni is still not in bed when I come by shirtless and dragging the boy to my bed. We continue to make out and I start shedding clothes just to get comfortable. (This is where my wallet must have fallen out which I did not discover until I freaked out about losing it). I get him down to his underwear and SOCKS. He tells me that it is time for him to go to sleep and I say that I am going to sleep naked. This is when I become a sexual predator. I came pretty close to just ripping his underwear off. Mind you, I have almost no interest in this boy whatsoever. I just kinda wanted to sleep naked with another naked boy. I got my wish. That is all that we did, but it was way more than what he wanted to do.
So I run into him today (when we are supposed to have a date) and basically tell him that I'm kinda super busy and I'm going into work. I don't know exactly what to do with a boy who has a huge crush on me.
Carson Kressley part 2. I ran into Carson at the Complex on Saturday. He did not remember me and he did not show a whole lot of interest in getting to know me again. He was also kinda being a douchebag but that is possibly because he was dragged there without wanting to go. He had a gaggle of gays chasing him all night anyway. I decided to let it go.
Talking to my mother on Tuesday, I inform her that I'm "hiding in the closet" to scare my roomie Jenni and that we are going to watch Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. She has seen this movie--I have not. She then tells me that she wouldn't really think it is my kind of movie. There are two options for interpretation.
1- She thinks that I'm straight and for a theatre boy she couldn't possibly understand me liking musicals. I don't really get this. We've talked about my love of Dolly before. But its a movie about whores. What straight man couldn't like this musical?
or 2- She knows that I'm gay and wouldn't want to watch a movie about whores. Which also doesn't make sense because there are naked boys running around. This has completely got me very nervous. I don't know what my mom knows. I have told some family members and she might actually know by now. I just don't think this is how she would tell me that she knows. It was very similar to how she touched on the subject of my smoking. Who knows? She's a little crazy.
Work has been chaotic and wonderful. For those of you in Italy, things are going fine. Minor problems but fine none-the-less. I have accepted a lot of responsibilities and handled them well.
Tomorrow is the only day that I accept my middle name. Yep. 364 days of the year my middle name is P. St. Patty's day, my middle name goes back to being Patrick. I will be decked out in all green tomorrow for the occassion. I think I will even wear green instead of a uniform. This is a very special day for my Irish ancestors and more importantly my drunken American cohorts. Have a great St. Patrick's Day and enjoy this beautiful sunny St. Louis.