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Friday, July 09, 2004
A Temporary Boyfriend
I screen my phone calls. I'm notorious for it. If I don't know who's calling, I don't pick up. 95% of the time, this works in my favour.
The other 5% is my missed opportunity. Like the long-distance call I received thinking it was from a telemarketer. I didn't check my voicemail until much later. It turns out to be my new American friends I met during Pride two weeks ago.
They were having a pool party and watching the fireworks. They thought of me and felt I should join in their fun via phone. Aw, wasn't that thoughtful? Damn, I should've picked up my phone. They want me to visit down there. In their happy long message, they ask with genuine interest on the federal election results. "Our media just doesn't cover Canadian politics. The conservatives better have not made it...." One of them says. "It was the Liberals we wanted, right?"
If you kids hadn't figured out by now, during those last two days of Pride, I found myself a temporary boyfriend with a beautiful American boy. I got shivers just hearing his voice again. We met on the street, instant chemistry. I clicked with his entire posse too. It was great. I ended up ditching some friends to hang out with these guys. LOL.
Anyways, I got an email from you know who yesterday. I'm all smiles. He doesn't know about this blog, but I hope he won't mind if I share some excerpts of his email:
"...I think of you often and have been having flashback snapshots of our time together... ...I think about you in your leather pants and how hot you looked dancing... ...Bestill my heart. I think about how I was sitting on the scaffolding wishing you were there and the thrill to know that you had been looking for me and found me amongst a million people... ...I think about being in the shower with you... ...I think of your kisses and how beautiful you looked lying on your stomach spreading your gorgeous ass for me and how it felt to be inside you and have you give yourself to me... ...I think about how much I wanted you inside me and how erotic it was to be possessed by you..."
It's always great to know when others are thinking of you. I find it comforting. This email came at the best time. I've had a very difficult week, mentally and emotionally. And other night, I fell into bed due to physical exhaustion. I've decided I should take it easy with volunteer work.
Looking ahead to the weekend, my self-prescribed method of recovery? I'm heading out of town today to party my ass off with a good friend alongside with a whole city crowd. I'm gonna dance like there's no tomorrow. I'm gonna get drunk. And, I'm gonna get laid.
Who knows, maybe I'll find myself another temporary boyfriend for the entire weekend.
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