Blind date: part deux.

Just reading over that last post, I reckon I seem like such a suburban queer. Not even an urban homo. I mean, what kid of young teenage gayboy gets set up these days? None!

Anyway, so Paul and I met up, decided against the movie and coffee and went straight to the pub. I took him to my city local (gosh, I must be such a boozo - I seem to have bars that I frequent all over the place).

So the verdict: maybe not. Nice bloke and all, but no.


In other happenings, I was watched while I was taking a leak behind a tree on my way home. It freaked me out. See, there's a footpath that goes behind some houses on the way from the train station to my house - a shortcut instead of going around the corner. I'll admit, I was a little tipsy and I really needed to empty my bladder so I unzipped and let rip. A light in a house window that backed onto the footpath was on, and a person was standing at said window. Looking. And I couldn't just stop. Gah!


Listening to:
Title: Freefall
Artist: Motorace
Album/station: Five Star Laundry (2001)
Length: 4.49