And you can stand right there if you want but I’m going on….

The moving process went very well and this afternoon Dan should be out of the apartment.

You would think this last week, what with breaking up and packing up all our belongings, things would be tense between us. But it totally wasn’t. We got along extremely well, didn’t fight at all and were very friendly. Things were actually BETTER now that we weren’t officially together. We went out for dinner all this week and took a swim in the pool. We even had a few farewell fucks to spice things up. There’s a lot of mean things I could say about him but there’s no denying he was always a consistent, dependable lay. I could always count on him for a good time.

I’ll be spending my last night at the apartment tonight with no television, no internet, and no furniture. I might just order in and get a pizza. Enjoy the peace and quiet and reflect over a few slices. I have my music and my ever-churning thoughts to keep me entertained. By tomorrow Saturday, I will be a Whittier resident once more…right where I belong.

There’s nothing too exciting on the boy front, which is fine by me.

I see Julio was in a reminiscent mood and posted some old pictures of himself from when he was a kid all the way up until the summer we dated for the first time. He was kind enough to include a very darling picture of the two of us when we were head over heels in love. Glad to know he kept it:



Yes, of course I commented.

Me: So we were young once.... love it.
Julio: So young. So young!!

Edgar caught wind of me moving out, breaking up with Dan and returning to Whittier. He was one of the few people who “liked” my status that referred to packing up boxes.

Not a peep from Jon. I had sent a message along with my friend request that mentioned I had left Milwaukee with a big of a crush on him. Maybe that comment creeped him out? I don’t get it. I’m disappointed in how this all played out. Out of all the schmucks I have fucked this summer, he’s been the nicest and with most boyfriend material. Pity we’re thousands of miles apart. I suppose in another life. For now, I’ll forever be sprung on him.

My trip to Boston kicks off next Thursday the 28th. Again, I am keeping an open mind and an open heart. I want the city to sweep me off my feet, just like Milwaukee and Vegas did. I wish I could say there’s no Boston boys on my radar, but there are…kind of. Dan’s good friend Alfonso is living out there and I’ve made loose plans to see him for dinner and drinks. He’s cuter than I remember. I might bone him, not as a revenge act, but because I’ve currently got a streak going. I’ve been drunk and fucked somebody in every U.S. state I’ve visited (with the exception of Maine). If I have to hook up with Alfonso Hernandez to keep that streak alive, so be it. He’ll be considered collateral damage.