Ok, so now it's 9:30 am saturday morning, with the neon green band still around my wrist, and mercifully hangover-free. Tempted to delete that last post before too many people read it, I think it makes me look shallow. But, fuck, that's what this blog is... the sleeve upon which I wear my heart. Self-created drama and all. Really, last night had been planned for several weeks, so I had built up some hefty anticipations and hopes, and when they didn't pan out, I freaked like the girl at every high school party who goes off crying in the corner. Luna was even there. At the bar, I felt a familiar tug on my hair from behind. She told me "Dude, you shouldn't have waited so long! I'm with people tonight." And she was, alternating between writhing on the platform and dancing with some stiff who looked terribly uncomfortable out on the floor. I have to say, it made quite an amusing contrast watching him and her together.

Here's the kicker: Upon invitation, I stopped by Mr. Reiki's house before going to the club. I had my thrill for the evening. Bitch kept me there till after midnight. :-) Why couldn't I have hit the club, danced my ass off, and gone home satisfied? It's women. When I get that feelin'... I need a woman's healing touch, and nothing else will do. Sometimes I can be such a beggar and a chooser.

This makes me re-think the whole "bi" thing. Maybe I'm just a really super-duper open minded straight guy...? I don't know. I just wasn't in the mood. We started the night sitting there on his mattress watching tv. I think if he would've wanted to put on a movie and just curl up together watching it, I probably wouldn't've even gone to the club. That's what I need more than anything...