It’s one thing for someone to be an out-and-out cunt and waste your time, and people like those can justifiably be cut out of your life. Sometimes, though, people are not that clear cut. Sometimes, people are actually nice, but still socially clueless.
I still need to block DK and be done with him, for example, even though I’ve not heard from him in a few weeks. But this week, I was out with RD2, who I only know through JB, from the same support group through which I know DK. This support group, as you can imagine, ended up causing more problems than it solved, which is why I stopped going.
It was RD2’s birthday again, an JB once again couldn’t make it. I did, against my better instincts, and picked up RD2 and took him into town where we met a few others in Gasworks, an acceptable beer hall. Watched a bit of Gladiators in the big screen. Sabre is hot. Then another of RD’s mates came out who was coked out of his mind, snot-nosed, babbling, manic and professing to be eager to batter someone. He was about my size, but when you’re coked to the gills you feel nothing, so I was wary about him. He didn’t point any aggression at me directly. Eventually the night fizzled out. One of these guys was gay and they all wanted to go to the gay village. I disclosed that I’d been groped there many times and haven’t been back since 2012, so I wouldn’t be going. I truly don’t know why RD invites me out. We’re nothing like each other. He tells me I’m a good guy and everything, and to be fair, he is too, but we’re nothing like each other – just like the rest of his mates are all disparate, awkward weirdos. I need to tell him I’m busy from now on.
Also, porn star Aria Six liked my tweet. I hope she does work with Gabbie Carter. That’d be hot as fuck.
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