Department of Unsolved Mysteries

This past weekend I had the great fortune of getting to spend time with one of J'adorable's least-seen members, Jenn. As I slurped down Ricky Ricardos at the Valley Ho, I finally got the courage to ask her the question we all have been asking for months now -- is she the mysterious "suppercamper," the only silent partner in J'adorable history?

Indeed she is. She tells me that she intended to register herself as "supercamper," being a rather super camper back in her day, but due to a slip of the fingers, she gave us the impression that she just really liked dinner (not to mention funch).

At any rate, Jenn tells me that some day she may even post to our humble website. And to that I say -- supper.

Co-dependency, and other issues...

So for the last couple of weeks I haven't really been hanging out with/talking to Arin as much. I thought that we had decided to just be friends, and so that's what I was working on doing. Work has been getting busy, everyone is back from the holidays, all talking up time in my life. Arin has been accusing me of ignoring him, and I've tried to explain that I'm not, just that I'm trying to balance everything that I have going on in my life. I decided to move him out of my "Top 8" on MySpace, for those of you not familiar, users can select 8 people from their friends list and make them their "Top 8". I didn't delete him, just moved him out of the Top 8. So here's the message I get from him:

"Look, I don't know why you're being an ass about this. Taking me off your Top 8 was a nice touch tho. I got your message...loud and clear.

Now Matthew, please just consider the reasons why things didn't work out between us:

1) I invited you to a party in which you hooked up with someone else after I left AFTER you flirted in front of my fucking face. Do the future guys a favor and just admit you ARE the random hook up type. Make sure they don't invite you to parties.

2) Your circle of friends makes it impossible for anyone who wants to love you, to do so. Again, warn the future boys about that ahead of time. Be cautious of the ones who try to bend over backwards to please people who will never be happy or never trust you to have your own identity without them.

Those are them. Had nothing to do with anything I did wrong so stop treating me the way you are by this whole ignoring thing. It's really not classy. "

And then he deleted me from his friends list.

WTF!?

Department of Dirty Dialogue

Me: I love that line, "Get you love-drunk off my hump."

Friend: Yeah, (Boyfriend) likes to tell me, "I'm going to get you spunk drunk off my junk."

Me: (Silence)

Please Do Not Talk To The Model

My mom saw Eva Longoria at the Suns game on Saturday night. We really need to start attending professional sporting events I think.

Did I get married, and no one told me?

So the conversation goes like this...

"Hey, what are you up to?"
"Oh Jeremy and Andrew and I just finished dinner and now Jeremy and I are going over to Erica's to say hi."
"Oh, why didn't you call me when you got off work? "
"Um, I didn't know I was supposed to?"
"Well when we spoke earlier I said call me when you get off work."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I didn't realize. I said I would call you later and I've been going non stop since I left work. Can I give you a call back in a little while?"
"Why, did something happen? Is something wrong?"
"No, I'm just sitting in Jeremy's car and about to walk in to Erica's."
"Oh, well ok, talk to you later then."
"Bye"

And in other gay cowboy news, gay rodeo is this weekend at rawhide.
Hello Brokeback...

In Which We All Get Le'd

After Brian's post, I got to thinking about what everyone's secret French codename would be. Here's what I came up with:

Erica: Le Swan
Jeremy: Le Chapeau
David: Le Chef
Danny: Monsieur Menage a Trois
Megan: La Bouche
Andrew: Monsieur Bon Temps
Mattitude: Charo
suppercamper: Le WTF?!

My secret French codename would of course be Frere Jackoff.

Finding a Date

So, for the V-Day story that threatens to take over my life...
Friday - I'm gonna be at Lux at 4 p.m., looking sexy and preening to meet a guy. Anyone want to come and make me look less crazy. "Preen, posture, pose..."
Saturday night - to send a drink to a guy, and get his #. Celine is already in as one of my wingmen. We're thinking stingray, az, then suede. Who else wants to mock me and provide a safety net?
AND Sunday a.m. Somewhere around 10 or 11... - I'm hiking Camelback, where I have to compliment a man and try to get his #. Puhleese - someone want's to get up and be active. Then we can get brunch anywhere you want.

Anyone think this sounds like a bunch of fun? Or that making fun OF me would be a bunch of fun?

Happy New Year!

Welcome, everyone, to the Year of the Man!