Well in case you guys happen to have forgotten, last night I was invited to a dinner party where there were other gay people invited besides little me. I felt OK about it until a few hours before where I did then begin to feel a little nervous. As I was parking my car my sister came out with a big grin on her face and was saying to come on in. Now what if I told you guys that when I went in to meet everyone there was a cute guy there that I already knew, what if I told you I was shocked to see him there and to find out he is gay also, what if I also told you that after the party he invited me to come back to his place where we stared into each others eyes and talked for hours into the night. That would be pretty exciting for someone like me, however my life is a Mr Bean movie where nothing works out the way I would like it to. So if I did tell you I met a cute guy it would be an interesting story but that is all it would be, a story, a good one but it would be false.
What actually happen went more like this, none of the gay guys showed up, even the straight guys just grabbed something to eat and left in a few seconds. This left Steven in a house full of women, both lesbian and straight. They even joked about poor Steve, stuck with a bunch of women. They were all friendly, the food was really good so I was not about to leave without eating. Kids kept coming to the door and they did this funny thing were if the kids sang a song, they would get extra candy so that was cool to watch. That means basically I am right back to square one. I thought something like this might happen so I have been looking into the local bars and clubs to see which ones are better suited to me, however I am really feeling that disconnected sense I get when looking into places and gay events like this. Right now I feel tired of this whole thing and want to take a holiday from my "being gay" project.