A repost of a web-diary that predated the term blog - as previous hosting is disappearing it can now go here.
24 October 1998 - 29 July 1999 originally published on geocties.
August 1999 - 2012 originally published on ihug.
Disclaimer
Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.
This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.
Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.
Tuesday, 19 March 2019
Shame
So of course there has been an avalanche of unwanted dick pics.
Homos really are the worst people.
The first guy I try to initiate a conversation with myself on Grindr I realised only after I had said hi and it was too late to pretend I hadn’t looked (like I did with everyone else) was a cousin (technically second cousin) who I had it yet met.
He immediately blocked me.
I was at about 70% that it was a dumb experiment and that I should delete the app before that happened. Now it is definitely going to be deleted.
People should never say hello by sending an unsolicited picture of their genitalia. Or of any body part (except maybe a clear shot of their face).
Also I am pretty certain I only installed it out of confusing and poorly defined anger at the semi-imaginary-one.
I really have to man up and sort things with him. I am pretty certain that if he isn’t my “the one”, then he is at least the closest that I am going to get.
For all that things have been more problem than not, he is still the first person in my post-teenage life that I have genuinely wanted things to work with. Which has to count for something.
Or I am just so smitten with his boobs that I am blinded to reality.
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