bj's gay porno-crazed ramblings

Tuesday, August 06, 2002
Can I just say I'm not cut out for this? 3 phonecalls later, and it's 11:00 instead of 9:30. Not that I don't have stuff to do (like eat, I can't believe I've barely eaten all day - that would make a fun date, me passing out while his balls are down my throat). And of course its one of those special cell phones with the added underwater sounds. He called from his office using the cell, then again going into the subway, now getting out. I think he had a cute face (that red light makes everyone have a certain loveliness at 1a.m.), and who knows, maybe he's a nice guy, too. Sexdate anxiety - not pretty.