This is the week for officials. Because it's official: I'm straight.
I went to an event at IV last night to drown my sorrows. I was hot shit and I had a hot girl on my arm. And we ended up smooching it up all over the bar. She was... incredible. I was addicted to her. And yes, I WAS turned on.
I got compliments from everyone about how I looked. Don't know why. Maybe it was my refreshed air of confidence? My new start? My new leather jacket? I felt like a new me was born. I walked with my head up high into the lounge. And felt great that someone like her was into me. She was smart, sexy, incredibly stylish and every straight man in that room wanted her. And at one point, tried to pick her up.
We just made plans to go on a date soon. To see some play about the 30's music scene. Sounds hot.
