I regale my co-worker friend Clark with my more interesting dating stories. And believe me, they’ve been interesting. Alas, I can’t blog most of them.
So I just tell friends offline, including Clark. It’s nice to get a guy’s - especially a normal guy’s - opinion.
Clark: I can’t imagine dating in New York. There’s just so much…talent.
Me: Is that what you call it?
And by normal, you mean hetero? What am I, gay chopped liver?
By “normal,” I mean “sane.”
You, my friend, are gay prime rib!