(Gay) Boy Magnet

It is so emblematic of my life that I go out for a big night on the town, and the only phone number I come home with belongs to a gay boy with the same taste in comics as me.

That said, it would have been more of a crushing disappointment had I actually been looking to pick up (and had the gay boy in question not been genuinely lovely). And you know, had I been looking to find a special friend for the night, I could probably have made a better choice than to go somewhere where 90% of my fellow bar-and-dancefloor denizens would be gay men (and where most of the remaining 10% would be friendly but straight girls on party drugs).

Such is life.

5 Responses to “(Gay) Boy Magnet”

  1. mnky Says:

    Fag hag! do you look like Grace Adler? LOL

  2. Brian Says:

    Aimee, so wish I was such a good gay boy magnet! As always love your posts here. Feel so for you regarding Bec. Blessings and Karma to you sweets.

  3. Aimee Says:

    I prefer to think of myself not so much as a fag hag, and more as a sort of Fag Whisperer. Unfortunately for me, I do not look like Grace Adler, unless you revision her as a blonde, pudgy lush.

    Brian!! :) :) :) :) Come out with us next time! I promise you will be up to the body part of your choice in gay boys.

  4. adam Says:

    what comics?

  5. Aimee Says:

    Sandman. He was wearing a Death t-shirt. I turned around from talking to someone else, ran smack into him, stepped back to apologise and instead squealed “ooh, DEATH!”. I was the only person to have recognised her the entire night. It was love at first sight.