Pissy Shew

It's a little hard to say, but I think that Shew and I had our first fight. It was a silent fight, but I think it was one.

We went out with the Animator, more or less our normal routine. That's worth noting. Shew and I have fallen into a routine that typically arrives when most couples have been together for a while. We've only been official for about a month, but even before I left for the holidays things had become routine. I come over, we eat, then bed and up in the morning. Day after day, it's always the same. Then when it comes to going out, we do the same places and hangout with the same people. Not that I ever mind hanging with the Animator, he's one of my favorite friends.

So, we're at the bar and everyone is having a good time. After a few more drinks the Animator suggested getting food. Of course I'm instantly on board.  This is where I get confused. Shew said that we should go ahead and he would hang back. I insisted that we could wait for him to finish the tiny little drink he had ordered, but he encouraged us to go ahead. We left him at the bar and went around the corner. On the short walk there I had time to think about what might be going on. I could feel the familiar anger rising in the pit of my stomach. Having dated my fair share of cheating guys, this felt like the same old thing.

The Animator and I were at the diner at least twenty minutes before Shew showed up. I was certain that he stayed behind to talk to someone. Earlier in the evening the Animator had been playing on his iPhone and showed us this guy that was a douche. Coincidentally the guy was Newbie. I didn't see that coming, but we had a laugh at poor Newbie's expense. As a joke I texted Newbie, but he never responded. Shew didn't seem to be pleased by this, taking my phone and texting "let's play" to Newbie, who again did not respond.

I mention this because it seems that perhaps I'm being punished for having a past. Newbie's face showed up and suddenly Shew wanted to be alone in a gay bar. What are gay bars for? Hooking up! I didn't talk to him until we were back at his apartment, mainly I was trying to keep from storming out. He assured that I was being irrational, and perhaps I was, but it doesn't make sense that he would have no agenda when asking to stay behind. He claims that he just wasn't hungry and wanted to finish his drink. Is that the truth? Maybe. Can I be sure? No.

So, once again I am left to ask questions and wonder. We'll see if Shew turns out to be just like the rest, but hopefully he'll surprise me.

Brooklyn SL,UT

It's been a few years since I moved and the friends I left behind are just the way I remember them. There are very few people who remain consistent, and I think I got them all.

Leaving my mother's was bittersweet. I was sad to say goodbye, but excited to see my friends (some of which I haven't seen in two years). The first day was probably the most exciting. I met up with Stay Lo and dropped my junk off at the house she was tending. There was a sexy pug named Tucker that we got to watch, making me miss my Chico! Love the pugs.

As the sun set, my friends and I arrived at my favorite Utah gay bar. It's a total hole in the wall, my kind of place! It's funny that the bartender remembered me, I think at one point in my drunken past we made out. Anyway, a decent group showed up as I started to get messy. The beers were gigantic and I was drinking them as fast as I could. What I did learn at the bar is that Christmas in Utah can't compare to that of New York. Worth noting for next year. We took pictures and did the hug thing until people started to head home. Ray Ray, Stay Lo and I went back to Tucker the pug for beers and sleep.

The rest of my trip was not as eventful. Getting buried by end of year deadlines I had to back out of my Vegas New Year's plans with B. Brown. It sucked, but it was the only option. I still didn't manage to get everything I needed to done on time. The only other exciting thing happened the second day of my friend time. Mandee had mentioned she was getting a tattoo with her husband. In order to keep up, Ray Ray and I went to get tats as well. Ray Ray started what will become a zombie collage on her forearm, and (if you haven't seen my facebook) I put BROOKLYN down my side. Let me tell you, getting tattoos on your ribs hurts like a tranny whore. What helps is forcing someone like Mandee to sit there and talk to you the entire time. Oh, and take half a valium.

Like everything in life, my trip had to end. I was sad to leave my friends, but overjoyed to be getting back to my world. The only drawback is that I have two more weeks out of town with work before life will resume normality.

OH! I almost forgot to mention: Shew and I are out of the land of gray and officially dating. He's a brave boy to take on the pretty mess that is me, but I think he might be able to handle it.