Maker Faire Saturday

So after leaving B's place Saturday morning at 11, I went to the Grove to meet up with a brunch date. I used to feel weird about going from my lover's bed to meet up with a date. Now I just get myself ready and move right along. Anyhow, it went well.

While I was waiting for my date, I was wondering how I ended up in B's bed. We were platonic friends for years. When he was single I had a boyfriend and when I was single he had a girlfriend and so on for 5 years or so. Don't quote me on the time frame cause I'm seriously bad at things like that. Anyhow, it was Johnny that instigated it back in February of last year. He got insanely jealous - he went on a wall punching, rage-filled jealous rant about me and B and how we were chatting online together, talking about random shit. He seriously thought I cheated on him with B. Well, that was the end.

And then the thought didn't leave my head. If I'm going to be accused of something like that, well why the fuck not make it true then? He had taken his girlfriend of one year to meet his parents for Thanksgiving and then dumped her. Poor thing. She didn't know him that well (which is the point) and didn't know that all of his relationships had a 1 year expiration date. But meeting his parents in Phoenix? Really. We talked about it, B and me, and I shook my head in dismay. I felt really bad for her. She was probably brokenhearted. It took some time but after Thanksgiving of that year I propositioned B at Sens while his mouth was full of flank steak. He was single, I was single, and so I just asked him pointe blank if I could sit on his face. The look on his face was epic. I smile every time I think about it.

Anyhow, the brunch date went well, he was cute, perfectly blond and blue eyed, super mellow... just what I was looking for at the moment. We talked and then I bounced to San Mateo for the Maker Faire. Serendipstick was there and I tried my best to ignore him while my heart beat an ulcer inducing hole into my stomach. No eye contact, nothing. I kept telling myself that it's a small world and I better get used to this. The fair grounds were huge so it wasn't that difficult to lose someone you don't want around. I imagined what it would be like if he contacted me and told me he wanted to date. The reaction I got from that thought wasn't pretty. How can you tell someone to go get eaten alive by sharks nicely? All in all though I had lots and lots of fun there and my only regret was I didn't have more time and more battery life on my phone for photos.

After the Maker Faire I went back home, got some food, and then Kira and I hit up some gay bars in the Castro. There was this chick I liked that was dancing with us, but she had only eyes for Kira. C'est la vie. But Kira is not single. Ha.

I went home and promptly passed out in exhaustion on the bed.