Last night, I went to trivia night at Mellow Mushroom with a fellow blogger, Amber. While the news that I went to trivia isn’t all that exciting, what is exciting (at least to me), is that I am finally doing something that I never thought I would do; I am interacting with and meeting people in a way that I never thought that I could or would. I am meeting people and making friends with people that I find interesting, based on interests that are similar to mine, based on who they are as people, based on their sense of humor, as well as a myriad of other things. For the first time since I came out of the closet, I am meeting people based on something other than sexual orientation.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love my ‘mo’s, and I wouldn’t trade the friendships I have for anything; but I do think that sometimes, for the most part, we only meet people and become friends with people, because the likelihood of encountering them is, for one reason or another, increased. As with the case of being gay, many come out, and go out to gay establishments; and eventually, make a lot of gay friends. Since you are less likely to hang out with straight people, and because most bars generally don’t cater to much more than people’s sexual interests, you tend to make gay friends because they are around more. Not to say that gay friends aren’t of a good quality, in fact quite the opposite; but sometimes I wonder, if both of us weren’t gay, would we have actually became friends? Because, if we weren’t gay, how would we have met?
Now, those of you that read the blog may remember the day that I got all pissy at people that look at you when you come in from the rain, notice that you are drenched to the core, and exclaim, “It’s really coming down out there!â€. No shit, Sherlock. Luckily, no one has said that to me today. Perhaps, that is because I punched out one more notch on my official lesbian card, and bought a really nice North Face coat today. I even got it on sale and everything; even though the outlet mall excursion proved to have no North Face outlet, and no purchase of said coat, after all. Now, I can stay all warm and snug in my new Varius Guide jacket (see the picture, isn’t it pretty?) In true “gay boy” indecisiveness, I only had to ask two people’s opinions like 300 times. I am almost sure I got the right thing. Now, all I need to do, is stock up on my flannel, go to a few more Indigo Girls concerts, and send off for that mail order pussy, and I will be that much closer to becoming a full-fledged lesbian. I can’t wait. 
Last night, James dragged me to a hockey game at Phillips arena. The Thrashers (who knew that they were named after the Georgia state bird, the Brown Thrasher; or more importantly, who knew that the Thrasher was the Georgia state bird?) were playing the Nashville something-or-others; eh, I’m not gonna lie. I really wasn’t that into it when we went; but, I found myself actually having fun! Who knew that hockey was cool, no pun intended, and that some of the players were so hot! I did actually have a good time, a 24oz beer is always a good thing (