Two Things

Sunday night I went over to a friend's house and hung out with a bunch of people, eventually leaving around midnight. Another friend (Korea) and I walked home together, stopping in my driveway to talk. We were there for about 30 minutes chatting about my failed love life: including one of the gay men that I have dated (that one lasted three or four months —— just ask if you want more details) and ExOfNote. As we were talking I saw TheModel arrive home. "Excuse me," I said, "I have a problem and his name is 'TheModel'." Then I hollered out to him, and the three of us stood around talking for a bit. He and I flirted as is standard protocol for us. He told me that he was thinking of going back to New York, or LA and doing the modeling thing again. Sure, the money is great, but the lifestyle isn't. I worry for him, if he takes that road.

During our conversation TheModel's landlord came up, I mentioned to Korea that he and I had dated (briefly) and asked if he (the landlord) had finally come out of the closet. "What can I say?" I asked rhetorically, "I'm a fruit fly." TheModel started laughing, "Can I help it if I'm a Fag Hag?" he mimicked. Cringe I really hate that term, though they are the same thing. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that he's familiar with both terms.

After he left us Korea and I went back to our conversation. "Two things," she said, "One, he seems to be really into you; and two, are you sure he's not gay?"