I caught up with an old friend on Saturday night. I’ve known this guy for, like, ever and we see each other two or three times a year, maybe for birthdays or Pride or just as a fallback when a night out requires an extra pair of testicles.
The amusing thing about this guy is that every time I see him he’s got a new group of eager boys in tow and I never see the same ones twice. I think this is quite a common thing on the scene – and indeed in any bar or nightclub – that revolving friends phenomenon; I just wonder what happens to the old ones in between me getting introduced and the next flavour-of-the-month taking their place – is there some sort of sanctuary somewhere out in the countryside where they are given a nice life to live out their remaining days and enough space to roam freely? Maybe the lucky ones are given loving new homes by caring gays who have space to offer in their social network.
What makes it even more puzzling to me is that my friend is by no means the most outgoing or good looking guy when we’re out; in fact he often comes across as a bit miserable and overly serious, although I know this is a bit of an unfortunate facade. In contrast, the men he turns up with are usually pretty hot and this also makes the picture not quite right, in the way that when you see an old man with a beautiful, young Asian woman you can read the subtext.
As far as I know my friend doesn’t even sleep with most of them, although he’ll often admit in a schoolgirl kind of way to having a crush on one of them. And most of the time – with the odd, bitchy exception – they turn out to be thoroughly nice, interesting and down-to-earth guys after a couple of drinks worth of conversation, but I’m always thinking in the back of my mind that I’ll probably never see them again.
So what is my friend’s problem, if it is indeed a problem? I guess I’m lucky in that I’ve stayed in the picture for the eight years that I’ve known him; mind you, I never was ‘flavour of the month’, more an occasional drinking buddy, so maybe that’s why. If I saw my friend more often than I do I might get to the bottom of what’s going on with him, why he can’t retain a social group. No, that’s not true, there is always one common thread each time I see him: his evil fag hag (or something less offensive to women) but there’s no room for her in this post.
My friend everybody: Hugh Hefner.
‘play’ boys spread
I caught up with an old friend on Saturday night. I’ve known this guy for, like, ever and we see each other two or three times a year, maybe for birthdays or Pride or just as a fallback when a night out requires an extra pair of testicles.
The amusing thing about this guy is that every time I see him he’s got a new group of eager boys in tow and I never see the same ones twice. I think this is quite a common thing on the scene – and indeed in any bar or nightclub – that revolving friends phenomenon; I just wonder what happens to the old ones in between me getting introduced and the next flavour-of-the-month taking their place – is there some sort of sanctuary somewhere out in the countryside where they are given a nice life to live out their remaining days and enough space to roam freely? Maybe the lucky ones are given loving new homes by caring gays who have space to offer in their social network.
What makes it even more puzzling to me is that my friend is by no means the most outgoing or good looking guy when we’re out; in fact he often comes across as a bit miserable and overly serious, although I know this is a bit of an unfortunate facade. In contrast, the men he turns up with are usually pretty hot and this also makes the picture not quite right, in the way that when you see an old man with a beautiful, young Asian woman you can read the subtext.
As far as I know my friend doesn’t even sleep with most of them, although he’ll often admit in a schoolgirl kind of way to having a crush on one of them. And most of the time – with the odd, bitchy exception – they turn out to be thoroughly nice, interesting and down-to-earth guys after a couple of drinks worth of conversation, but I’m always thinking in the back of my mind that I’ll probably never see them again.
So what is my friend’s problem, if it is indeed a problem? I guess I’m lucky in that I’ve stayed in the picture for the eight years that I’ve known him; mind you, I never was ‘flavour of the month’, more an occasional drinking buddy, so maybe that’s why. If I saw my friend more often than I do I might get to the bottom of what’s going on with him, why he can’t retain a social group. No, that’s not true, there is always one common thread each time I see him: his evil fag hag (or something less offensive to women) but there’s no room for her in this post.
My friend everybody: Hugh Hefner.