People constantly ask me, “So! How did you meet your boyfriend?” I usually tell them I met him at a mutual friend’s birthday party…but… I purposely leave out the part where I first laid my eyes on him. Why you ask? Let me tell you.
It was nothing romantic nor fantastic. If anything it was more of a “Who-the-Fuck-Is-That?” moment.
The first time I ever laid my eyes on my future boyfriend, I asked my friend “Hey, who hell is that asshole that is hogging up the karaoke machine?”
After a few pop songs, all I could think about was, “Uh, can we have someone else besides this dude sing?”
Don’t get me wrong, the dude had a wonderful voice and jazz hands only a gay guy would be proud of. So was this man gay?