Why is it that all the weirdos are attracted to me???
Last night, to (sort of) deal with the pain of losing Henry, I went out with R and some other friends, to a dive bar on the Lower East Side. M was there as well, and let me tell you, it was awkward as anything. I don't know why this is, but for some reason I'm always super-comfortable talking to him on the phone and online--but when we're physically in the same room I get tongue-tied--again. Here was the scope of our conversation: I walk up to the bar, where he's standing waiting to order, and... Sign in to see full entry.