July 19, 2006

• I went out with this guy named Mark tonight. No, not my brother, but a
  different Mark, who lives in Rockdale (Rockdale is right next to
  Joliet, in fact, its not too far from the Empress). I guesstimated that
  I would get there between 6:45 and 7, which was pretty right on, I got
  there about 6:50ish. I knocked at the door and got no response. I
  knocked a couple of times and still nothing. I was startingto think he
  either wasn’t home or was just getting into the shower. I started to
  walk away to call him from a pay phone (remember people, I don’t own a
  cell phone) when I heard somebody say “Hey”, so I turned around to see
  him standing at the door. He was completely nak………..wait, I seem
  to have gotten that part wrong, he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. I
  walked in and headed straight for the can, I wanted to shoot up a bit
  before doing anything. Or pee. I don’t know,peeing, shooting up, its
  all the same, right?

  Anywho, I walked out and asked him if he wanted to get something to
  eat. He said he was not very hungry, but he would go. He has a bird,
  which I asked to see, so we headed to his bedroom to get the bird. For
  some reason, his house was very dark, which could help to explain why I
  didn’t see the all glass end table that he had in his living room. In
  fact, my leg didn’t see it at all when I walked right the fuck into the
  thing. I guess, everybody has an embarrassing moment every now and
  then.

  We ate at some restaurant called……………uh, come to think of it,
  I don’t know the name of it, I think it was Melrose something. Turns
  out, our waiter was gay. So was another waiter. Also, the cow that my
  steak came from was also gay. Seems to be a very gay friendly
  restaurant. As for the meal itself, we couldn’t be any more different
  in food tonight, I got a steak and he got pancakes. I found it more
  than a little odd that he chose not to but syrup on his pancakes. How
  could you not have syrup? Sometimes, that the best part. Speaking of
  odd I had hash browns with my steak, what can I say, though, I love
  hash browns and don’t get them often enough.

  Anywho, that was a brief synopsis of my night. He seems like a fun guy,
  very social and outgoing and kinda happy go lucky. Oh, that reminds me,
  I’m supposed to call him.

  • 11:36 pm
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