Jake Time…Yay!

Following the BCM debacle, Jake knew a night out was what I needed. A night out and some good laughs. A side note here…nothing boosts a woman’s self-esteem like have a gay dude friend. Nothing.

Anyways, Jake called me and told me to meet him at our favorite gay bar. I got there first, walked in, and was the only girl in the bar. I strutted my shit up to obviously gay, but highly attractive bartender, ordered my drink, and waited. Five minutes later Jake walkes in, dressed awesomely. He walked up to the same bartender, and gets bought a shot. Win. We catch up. He tells me I’m fabulous, that I am way too attractive to deal with bullshit, that any dude should kneel at my feet to date me. Fuck yes they should! I heart Jake.

Later that night a bunch of drag queens came in, and one took quite a shine to Jake. And the jewelry on this chick was AMAZING. Seriously, the bling was amazing. Being the great person he is, though, Jake told her he was with his friend, so thanks for stopping by. Awww…I never had a straight dude friend say that.

He bought me breakfast after we closed down the bar, and I finally crawled into bed at 3:30. And it was exactly what I needed. I knew BCM was a dick-munch, but it always feels better to have the affirmation. I’m getting so tired of assholes. It’s draining…

Love, Esme