The funny thing was when I saw Lincoln pashing a guy at Stonewall, I laughed and I went to shift with Dion and Stevie. Turned out that the guy Lincoln was pashing had dated Stevie's friend, Stuart before. So, we'll call him Stuart's ex. So, at shift, I was dragged on stage by a drag queen and we were asked to play game where we have to guess the lyrics of Kylie's songs. And guess who my game partner was... Stuart's ex... lol isn't it funny to have the guy who pashed the dude you're supposedly dating as your game partner? For the second round I have to place a violet crumple chocolate bar on my croch in an erected position and Stuart's ex had to suck the chocolate off but he bit it off instead but while he was on his mission trying to suck it off, all I could do was laugh inside and go 'take that you cocksucker'.
About lincoln, it's really funny. I'm not hurt at all. I'm not even sad that this happened. DO I actually like him. Well, I do feel a bit ashamed. It's just so much for a man to lose his ego in one night cos of a bottle of wine and endless rounds of beer. But, it got me thinking, have I gone real immune to these love games? Call me an attention whore, call me a player.. but getting hurt is kinda beyond my reach at this point..
What has become of me...
About lincoln, it's really funny. I'm not hurt at all. I'm not even sad that this happened. DO I actually like him. Well, I do feel a bit ashamed. It's just so much for a man to lose his ego in one night cos of a bottle of wine and endless rounds of beer. But, it got me thinking, have I gone real immune to these love games? Call me an attention whore, call me a player.. but getting hurt is kinda beyond my reach at this point..
What has become of me...
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