Let me get back to what I do best. That is tell a story with humor and wit. And what better way to do that is to share with you a story that involves “The Diva” and why you need to be careful in choosing her as your fag hag.
One Friday afternoon back in our college days, I was sitting around the cafeteria with my straight friends, when “The Diva” invited me to go out with them to dinner the following night.
Unfortunately to “The Diva’s” dismay, I declined the offer without giving her more details of my reason for the decline. I did not want to tell her Saturday night was “Gay Boys” night. Plus the gay boy I was going out with was my friend Steven, who I felt wanted to take our friendship to the next level. I, unfortunately, did not share the same feeling and wanted to let him down easy.
When I arrived at the restaurant to meet Steven to my surprise there was “The Diva” and all my straight friends hanging at the bar. Naturally I went over to chat with them. I could tell “The Diva” was a bit put out that I was at the same restaurant. I believe she felt a little blown off.
Although, being the diva that she was she knew how to get even.
When Steven arrived, we went over to our table and had dinner and small talk. After dinner, I gently let Steven down easy. I told him that I liked him and valued our friendship and wanted to continue on that level, alas no further than that.
I could see in Steven’s eyes his disappointment and he looked like he was going to cry. This is when “The Diva” set her plan into motion.
As a tear began to glide down the cheek of my friend, whose heart I had just shattered; the entire wait staff began to march over to our table with a cake in tow, chatting a Happy Birthday ditty. The cake was for me.
Needless to say I should point out that this incident took place in the middle of February & my birthday isn’t until the end of friggin’ October!
When I looked around the restaurant to see whom the culprit was, there was “The Diva” at the exit door peeing in her pants laughing at the spectacle she had just caused.
Well at that moment I was a gentleman and excused myself from the table and proceeded to chase “The Diva” out the restaurant door. When we got outside, I then proceeded to pick her up and throw her in a near by snow bank.
Hell hath no fury as gay boy embarrassed!
One Friday afternoon back in our college days, I was sitting around the cafeteria with my straight friends, when “The Diva” invited me to go out with them to dinner the following night.
Unfortunately to “The Diva’s” dismay, I declined the offer without giving her more details of my reason for the decline. I did not want to tell her Saturday night was “Gay Boys” night. Plus the gay boy I was going out with was my friend Steven, who I felt wanted to take our friendship to the next level. I, unfortunately, did not share the same feeling and wanted to let him down easy.
When I arrived at the restaurant to meet Steven to my surprise there was “The Diva” and all my straight friends hanging at the bar. Naturally I went over to chat with them. I could tell “The Diva” was a bit put out that I was at the same restaurant. I believe she felt a little blown off.
Although, being the diva that she was she knew how to get even.
When Steven arrived, we went over to our table and had dinner and small talk. After dinner, I gently let Steven down easy. I told him that I liked him and valued our friendship and wanted to continue on that level, alas no further than that.
I could see in Steven’s eyes his disappointment and he looked like he was going to cry. This is when “The Diva” set her plan into motion.
As a tear began to glide down the cheek of my friend, whose heart I had just shattered; the entire wait staff began to march over to our table with a cake in tow, chatting a Happy Birthday ditty. The cake was for me.
Needless to say I should point out that this incident took place in the middle of February & my birthday isn’t until the end of friggin’ October!
When I looked around the restaurant to see whom the culprit was, there was “The Diva” at the exit door peeing in her pants laughing at the spectacle she had just caused.
Well at that moment I was a gentleman and excused myself from the table and proceeded to chase “The Diva” out the restaurant door. When we got outside, I then proceeded to pick her up and throw her in a near by snow bank.
Hell hath no fury as gay boy embarrassed!
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