Another weekend has passed. The LSU Tigers and the New Orleans Saints football teams each won spectacularly. Since I am one of those football loving fags that actually cares about the sport, it was a GREAT weekend.
Shockingly, I am still
single. Why am I still single? In my 13 year career as a homosexual, I have rarely been single. I just feel more stable in a relationship. As a single guy, I feel like a chair with three legs: wobbly and unstable. Despite the high fives and jubilant CONGRATULATIONS
I hear from others... I do feel like I lost my status for some reason by being "single".
Fortunately, the transition hasn't been as rough for me. I am still spending lots of time with E.Shrew. It is funny how so much sweeter, more considerate, loving, and respectful we are to each other now that we are no longer together. We have also had the ability to be very candid with each other. I know what others think of E.Shrew. Some of your misgivings may be from only seeing a certain side of him that he lets you see. I have spent enough time with him to know that there is a big heart deep
down that tough exterior.
Truthfully, I am still in love with E.Shrew. There is no one I would rather be around than him. No one seems capable of even coming close to him for me. And NO... I never picked E.Shrew as a boyfriend just because he has a nice condo only five blocks from the gay bars in the French Quarter. How cold and calculating would that make me? I really do love the booger. I can honestly look back at the last few years with happiness from all that we have done. Even though he may be more world traveled and me a bit more hillybilly, we shared a passion that was as intense as molting lava.
My reputation as a habitual flirter does make one pause at the prospect of having me as a partner. I do realize that it is a challenge for anyone. In my defense, I am really more talk than action. For some reason, I like giving and receiving attention from others. I may have a reputation that I lead people on, but the truth is that it fulfills a need I have. It stuffs out that feeling of neverending lonlieness
that I have carried around most of my life.
If you don't believe me, then ask your fellow bar patrons "Have you slept with Brett?" I bet you get very few "YES" answers. The truth is that I am not as much of a whore as you may think I am. Hmm... what's that Bette Davis line in All About Eve... "I'll admit I've seen better days, but I won't be had for the price of a cocktail or a salted peanut."