I am going home to the little teeny tiny town I was raised in. Lord help me. 10 days in the country. Oh well it could be worse. I could be working!! Vacation time is here.
SO I am staying with the Miner. It should be a good visit. He is off for most of it! Gay boys are coming with me. So at least I won't be bored. I am nervous.. cuz this is the visit where I try to discover what is going on with him. All his beggings for me to move back, all his niceties. Lets just see if he wants me to save him, or just to save him from boredom.
Loverboy is nearly gone. A distant memory. haven't seen him in weeks. Haven't spoken in a long time too - It seems I was just convenient. I am saddened that he doesn't care at all. I know he is trying to get a life going. And this is just what people talk about when their friends disappear after they find new love. But really - I don't want to go out drinking and all that. Why can't we still have little coffee moments? I hate this part of it. I am so bitter.
Big boy is also getting thrilled about the visit. But i don't think we will continue our 15 year sex relations. I don't feel like competing with one of the fags. And I already know that is going to be the way it is. Really - so crazy.
Road trips make me happy and crazy all at once.
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