Frustrations of a Fag

I need to amend the statement I made last weekend about only psychos approaching me in bars. Add to that list femmy straight boys. There was a cute boy at Parlour tonight visiting here from Dallas. Short-ish boy with short hair, hipster glasses and tattoos down his forearm. Not skinny at all. Fucking hot. He approaches me about my 666 shirt and I start to work my charm (which is a miracle in and of itself). We start talking and he seems to be digging me. Later in the evening I approach him and ask him if he’s gay. Alas, he is straight. Garg. I know I have a history of this happening to me, and it’s fucking annoying. Bloob. It’s all right in the end since I ate an Oreo Ice Cream Sundae. Mmmmm. Sundae. *drools* I know lately I’ve not been in a good mood. I hope with recent turn of events that this will change for the better. *crosses fingers*