Yes. I'm talking about myself. I'm running on very little sleep since New Years. It has been a crazy two or three days (not sure on account of the mixed up sleep system).
To start, I met Doctor. This may or may not turn into something that is blog-worthy. He is super hot and a doctor. This completes my Karen from Will and Grace lifestyle. I have Banker, Paramedic, Postman. Now I just need Doctor. I'm sure I have others. Like Boss and Bunny (I know Bunny isn't a formal job but she does it well). Doctor asked me for my number when I was leaving Complex. He is new to town and definitely not familiar with the St. Louis field. I feel special. I think it was part of my gaining back control over my dating life. He has already called me but we have not set up a time for a date or other activities. Did I mention he was a cheerleader in college and is uber-hot. My horoscope said I would find true love this year. But I'm also shopping around for this true love. I'm not going to go from serious relationship to serious relationship.
Since I mention Postman, I might as well update you. We went party hopping for New Years. First we went to a drag queen's house for gay church party. They were all church going gays. It was a nice party but definitely not my scene.
So we went to Karl's party and had a good time. Karl, if I haven't told you that you have awesome friends before I am now. I probably should have stayed at that party but there were so many more people to see. I had a Manhattan for the first time.
The next event was Complex. I was standing in the middle of the dance floor right under the balloons when midnight struck. What I did not know was that there was money in the balloons and that every greedy fag in the city knew that. They all started diving and popping the balloons instead of magically letting them fall over my head. I, of course, start screaming because it was not magical as I had imagined. I'm also bitter because I didn't get a single balloon. I got some free champagne which wasn't bad and I had two.
Immediately upon leaving the dance floor, I started getting attacked by mouths. First, old ex whose nickname I don't remember and then Paramedic. Postman saw Paramdic kiss me and then told me he could do better and started making out with me. Now, I know you are thinking this is bad. And it is. But I really don't think that it meant anything. I hope it doesn't mean anything. So I go and I dance with Doctor for a bit.
I get a lot drunker. Postman tells me that he needs to leave. As we are leaving, he says that he is feeling a little drunk but not too drunk (mothers in the crowd go along with the story and don't judge the fact that I am letting a drunk man drive me). He then realizes that he is supposed to drive me back to my apartment and then back to his. The Complex is about ten blocks from his house on back roads. So I don't remember who suggested that I just stay at his house for the night and he will take me back to my apartment in the morning. Long story short, I got more intimate with his beagle. I woke up at some time during the night and I was spooning him (actually I was in the middle of a spoon with Postman and his dog). But nothing happened.
And I saw Dreamgirls. Oh my god do I understand what everyone is talking about. That movie is amazing. I loved it.
You want more? It will surely come. This is just the beginning of the year. Good god I say.