Went to that new gay bar tonight called “Arc-en-Ciel”. Sooooo many gay bears there for the opening. I don’t what I was doing right tonight, but I wish I knew. So many guys bought me drinks! It was like the prom I always dreamed of…If i’d been invited. I felt like the ‘Bobby Queen of the Ball’.
Then there was Biff.
Biff Biff Biff Biff. SWOON!!!
His hot leather vest. His sexy dance moves. His one diamond stud earring. His bleached blond chest pressed against me. I can still smell his scent of high end salmon. mmmmmm so hot.
I think we danced reallllly well. I think……Never drink on meds. I hope I didn’t make a fool of myself. You never know, right????
Maybe that’s why he Roared when he choked me while making out?
Yes, No, Maybe? Circle one, Bobby!
Was he mad at me for shrugging him off!? I’m no good at this stuff. There’s no way he believed my early appointment excuse. But I don’t really care actually.
He asks me for my Instagram instead of my number!?! Um Hello!! I’m a real bear in the real world. Not the projection you want me to be. I can’t believe him. Ugh! Biff-no. You’ll get none of that. In fact, I shall name you The None. You’re just a stepping stone.
But ya, definitely heading back to that club though.