Let me tell you… Not that great to be honest! Well, at least the ones that I’ve met. They all seem too snoby, or think higher of themselves. It’s like, come on bitch you are just a faggot living in New York just like 1,000,000,000 others. You think you are the hottest, the coolest guy out there. Well, let me tell you something, you are not!
That is just one part. The other part is a story I have got to tell you about this guy I met at a bar recently. If he reads this by the way, I don’t give a fuck. In fact, he should, to see what an asshole he is. I went to this bar in HK and I met this cute guy who seemed alright, decent, and relationship material. We of course made out and by the end of the night we unfortunately didn’t exchange numbers. I was kinda sad because I was hoping to see him again. But TONIGHT, I went to the same bar and guess what? the fucker was there, with his bitch. I totally fell in love with her by the way. She seems cool. But anyway, we talked and yeap, we made out again. the night seemed like it was going my way but guess what I found out later that night? he has a fucking boyfriend. Yeah I know. The worst part is that his bf was there! To my knowledge he was single, according to his bitch and himself, but I guess I was being played.
It was pretty fucked up. The instant his boyfriend saw us making out, yeah he saw us!!!! he got mad and was like “I’m his boyfriend” I stood up, made my way through the fucking crowd, and walked out the fucking bar. I’ve been called a home wrecker before but how is it my fault when the guy makes out with you with me having no knowledge of him having a bf? It’s crazy I know, but I am over it now.
Oh and the guy at one point said I looked familiar, like he saw me on TV or something. I was like, yeah bitch you saw me on the Tyra Banks Show! In case you missed that blog, click here to read about it. Yeah, I am becoming famous, deal with it bitches.
By the way, I might regret typing this blog by the morning…
But let me tell you something. I still have hope. Hope that there is someone for everyone. I know I will find my guy sooner or later. I just hope I don’t find him when I’m 40 years old. Why did I move to New York City you ask? To find LOVE (so sex and the city I know).
cuando se tiene una experiencia como esa, nos debe dejar siempre una moraleja”
la proxima ves que me agrade alguien, pensare y actuare con la cabeza y no con el…………………. corazon, una mala experiencia debe de quedar como una ensenanza y actuar con cautela la proxima ves bye suerte en la prox
I think I liked it better when you were in St. Louis because you weren’t as busy and had more time to write. I think you should move back here – hee hee.
How about an update big guy?
If you find love when you are 40 years old, consider yourself VERY lucky.
In the meantime be nice and friendly.