Nathan Sheets - July 3rd, 2009

It's been a while, so I'll try to keep you all filled in on the very little that has progressed.

I'm trying to keep in the mindframe of "Nate is cool enough to not need a companion at the moment. He can have friends," but that's a really hard thing to do. Why is it that I feel like I need another person rather than people? It's pathetic. I don't need to be with someone. I don't need to be looking at guys wondering if they're compatable with me.

Tonight I hung out with Dalton and Josh. We went to Mt. Tabor about an hour after it closed and shone Dalton's very powerful laser around. It was fun. This lazer is one where you can actually see the beam. It shines thirty miles. Yeah, it's badass.

On the way down the hill, security was driving up, so we dove into the bushes. Good fucking times. I felt like a rebel.

Aaaaand that's about it. Bye.

So tonight Robert and I went out to the clubs together, and it was disastrous. Not because of him! Yes, I know. We actually had a lot of fun together.

Like I told you all, early today we hung out a bit and talked about stuff. During that conversatioin, he mentioned a guy whom I know of. They had hung at Robert's house, and the dude was telling him that he was interested in dating. I was stoked for Robert, and I told him that he should do it. The guy is really hot and plays sports, etc.

So anyway, tonight we go out to the bars, and we're with another friend of Robert's. Robert and I excuse ourselves really quick so we can walk over to another bar to see who's there. We're inside, and I say, "Hey isn't that Matt? [The guy in question.]" Robert didn't see whom I was talking about, presumably, but on the way out, I saw the guy again, and pulled Robert back to go say hi. We walk up, and Matt (aka asshole) was with some other dude, and totally pretended he didn't know Robert. He said, "Um, hey, didn't we meet at a softball game or something?" Um, you guys were cuddling on his couch yesterday and you were insinuating that you wanted to monogamously date him. Robert was aghast. The dude went on to promote his shitty sports blog that he writes for. "Yeah, we met at a softball game because I write for ID magazine" blah blah blah. Dude, you're not Ann Coulter being introduced before giving a speech, why are you promoting yourself?

At that point I said, "Hey Robert, I think they're waiting for us back at the bar." And we left. Robert was, of course, taken aback and emotional, and I was fucking pissed. That is a totally disrespectful thing to do to someone---total douche bag move. If I were hanging with Dalton, and the queeniest queen, dressed in drag walks up to me and knows me, I would never pretend to not know them. I would rather take the shit from whomever I was with. Though it should be said that Robert is not a queen and is very attractive, so this guy is a douche bag.

To top it all off, I accidentally see a text from the guy that Robert and I were at the bar with saying that he doesn't like me. See, this is why I hate gay people--I don't get a long with them. The mildest Oscar Wildesque humor (who was a fag himself), and it puts their panties in a bunch. Damn. Apparently with the gays one must be sunshine and primroses all the damn time.