two weeks of craziness!

after i stopped seeing the fuckbuddy , two weeks of mayhem followed. i organised a date with a guy i had been chatting to online, ill call him tim. it was a great date, we had a great dinner, then went back to his place and had some great sex. i fell in love overnight. i thought he was a fantastic guy. this was Dec 22 2001. but he then avoided me for a few days for some reason, whch really sucked, so i kept looking. i was due to travel home xmas eve that year for the family xmas, but i fell violently ill that same day. it turned out i had severe tonsilitis. i had zero energy and could not travel. it was the worst xmas ever. i spent xmas day alone, didnt see a soul. i was depressed and miserable all day. but by Dec 28 i was feeling a lot better, and i met up with another guy , ill call him dave. dave and i got along like a house on fire. there wasnt much sexual chemistry but we had a lot in common and went out partying together. this night i went to a gay club for the first time. i was scared shitless, and did not want to go, but after i got drunk dave convinced me to go with him. so we went inside and i got harrassed by a drag queen and then a heap of feral queens kept hitting on me. so i sat in a corner hiding all night, not wanting to be seen. i didnt have fun at all! i was also completely paranoid that i would see someone who knew me, even though that was very unlikely.
the next day, tim called me after a week of avoiding me. he apologised and asked me to come over to his place, so i did. he then told me the truth, his boyfriend of 6 years had left him for another man a week earlier, and his boyfriend was still living in the same house!! he said he had a date with a different guy every night of the week, to try and make himself feel better. wow he was messed up! we slept together again that night. i still liked him a lot, but there was no way he wanted anything more. he had a party on NYE. it turned out that tim and dave actually knew each other! dave came to the party. we all got really wasted, and went back to the gay club again. i had a much better time this time, i was feeling a little less paranoid and realised there were some decent ppl there. i think that night i finally admitted to people that i was gay, not "bisexual" which is what i had been telling everyone online. i think i also finally admitted it to myself.

because i had been so busy partying for a few days, i had neglected the housework where i was living. i lived with 2 flatmates, a boring as hell straight couple who held the lease. they had been away for a few days and wernt due back for a few more. but new years day, i got a phone call from them, which i ignored. i was at tims house, and ridiculously hung over . they left me an abusive voice message, saying the house was a pigsty and they wanted to talk to me. so i went home and they told me they wanted me to move out asap cause i couldnt be trusted to keep the house clean. funny i had lived there for months and had always done more than my share of housework, and they know im generally a very clean person. so i told them to fuck themselves and said ill be out asap.

i told tim about it, and his ex-boyfriend was moving out that week and he needed someone to move in, so he invited me to live with him as flatmates. i didnt think it was a good idea. but i was very short on options, so decided to do it. so by the end of the first week of Jan, i was living with Tim. and so ended 2 of the weirdest weeks of my life!