realization/descent

sometimes things like to come into focus.

other times, they just like to stay hazy and strange.

and other times still, the universe just likes to have a little ironic giggle and confuse things quite a bit.

of course you know what i'm talking about.

so. what happened with bachelor number two.

well, so he's really bloody cute. a very good-looking boy. and seems like a nice guy. got some serious points for complimenting my metalwork (particularly for calling my ear cuff very "rock and roll.") and boots. but, he had that strange dreamy quality that i associate with the slightly adolescent or the terminally high. i'm not sure which category he falls into, or if he was just tired. the fact of the matter is, this one, despite his obvious charms, has done little to dislodge my fixation with the bass player.

how do you like that, eh? i actually prefer the company of the one who's messing with my head.

anyway. that's just the beginning of the evening.

after seeing bachelor number two to the subway, i head back to the hood and give my friend luke a call, see if he wants to get a drink later at the neighborhood local. he does. so, at some point i trundle on down to the bar to meet up with him and his new roommate. introductions are made, libations are purchased, i'm in the process of telling the story of bachelor number two when who should walk in but...that's right, bachelor number one, the bass player himself.

yep.

the universe had to be laughing itself silly over that one