Lastnight I happened to be in Merchant City for my dinner at Subway. I decided to went into Polo for a "quick drink". I was totally pettrified and almost freaked out. It had been almost five months since I was there on Friday. I ran into plenty of regulars. That cute boy behind the bar still has sanity intacts. There is a new boy the cloak room. My only company there was Jamie in Mobile MSN. The distraction got the better of me I got another bottle of Miller and banished by belongs into the cloak room. I ran into Wendy and her pal. Wendy is very charming lady, she is possibly my mom age. They're both possible on the same diet: self-imposed starvation. She offered me somethings which I politely declined. I just went wondering around.
Two years ago on Saint Patrick's Day, I was surrounded by close friends from college, we had future ahead of us and we were all looking forward the spring break, summer vacation and third year. I was left virtually on myown. I failed to fit into a new group and only talked to a few people.
The following year Saint Patrick's Day ment nothing to me, over the summer things just got worst. It was a mixed blessing I finally found enough courage to go out to the scene and look for new friends. The problem was I over did and screwed up the summer school and missed my chance to go on to fourth year. Thanksfully I did well enough I be considered for grad school. I'd rather be with my friends working on projects than working on a distance learning course. I am still using the same facility through recipocal agreement, sometimes I started to feel stigmatized by questions people asked.
Antoher two flashbacks were marc and KennyD, I blamed them for the akward situation I was in last; I stood at the bar alone looking very confused. I didn't want to get too comfortable right now I have a responsibility of graduating from undergrad college and move on. All sorts of negativities just kept cropping on while I was making my way down to campus.
Lastnight was also another mixed blessing, I discovered that I didn't lose any of my flirtations. I chatted up a guy, but he told me I was barking up the wrong tree. He told me he's not comfortable being around an open gay guys let alone having a relationship or maintaining a friendship with. What's heck has he been doing in gay bar for the past year? Only that him can explain that to himself. We were really close to kissing. I decided that I have been hurted enough from over the top flirtation. I decided not to subject anyone to same sorts of annoyance. I said goodbye and left around 1 a.m.