I have to say thanks for all of the comments yesterday regarding my decision to disconnect the date-line with VGL. I don’t want anyone to think badly of him, because he’s a great guy. Coming out is a very personal process, and as Thisway put it, you deal with the consequences of any decision you make. I realized I’m not willing to step back into the closet, even if it means happiness in other ways.

VGL
We weren’t able to chat last night, due to schedule conflicts; so instead, I got to start this morning with a breakup. Nice. As expected, he was disappointed… and honestly, I’m disappointed, too. He’s a good guy. He’s honest, sincere and doesn’t hide his feelings. He was rather quiet in response to my stumbling ‘I’m not interested in doing this right now’ speech. He did say he didn’t feel like I was giving it a chance, but it was my decision and he had to respect that. Ya know, maybe I’m not giving it a chance… but in dating someone who is 1) New to being gay, 2) Not out 3) long distance… I’m setting myself up to be hurt, disappointed and maybe even miserable. Anyway, blah, blah. He said he’d call tonight and that he wanted to kinda think about stuff. I’m still thinking about some stuff too.

There are dirt-cheap flights to Nashville from DFW leaving tonight. I’m tempted to come home for the weekend. Maybe that'd be good.

Sushi with HR Lady and apparently well-connected designer (who used to also be employed here on the Titanic) went well yesterday. So well that he made some phone calls for me afterwards. 24 hours later, I have returned from a lunch-hour interview with a firm who places creative professionals. Supposedly, they have a “major interactive agency” looking for someone with my skill set. More so, they didn’t flinch at my much-higher-than-where-I-am-now salary requirements. I’m underpaid here, really. I should hear something within the next couple weeks.

I went to the grossest McDonalds ever for lunch (my eat-right-and-often schedule has been scrapped this week). It’s near my office, and having spent my food-time interviewing, I had to grab somethin’ quick. While there, there was a ghettoish girl in TIGHT pink jeans and pink stiletto-y boots. Um… while she stood obliviously at the napkin dispenser/straw station, this scrawny little black man returning from the restroom leans his face to where his nose is literally INCHES from her ass – almost between her cheeks, really. His face remained there for a moment until he arose with a smile and continued on his way. Another patron witnessed this as well, and we exchanged “did that seriously just happen?” glances.

A large Booty McSniffin to go, please.