Last started with the most fucked up cab ride I can ever remember having. M, her girl and their friend Adam came over and we hailed a cab. Adam got in the front seat and began a conversation in Hindi-Urdu (I think), which is odd because he's Puerto Rican but he asked the driver to drop us at the pancake house on the far north side of Boystown to "celebrate my engagement" with M's girl. The cabbie congratulated him and then launched into a tirade about how he "hates the fags". He recounted a story about picking up 2 dudes who made out in the back seat of his cab and how he responded by repeatedly stomping on the brakes to make them stop. Adam kept goading him on and instead of anger my reaction was hysterical laughter. This cabbie was so clueless that he was driving 2 gay dudes and 2 gay girls to Boystown for a night of debauchery. Arriving at our destination we paid him (shit tip btw) and were on our way. The bar we went too was packed but M's girl knew the bartender and we got a few spots at the bar. Scoping out the scene I didn't see anyone in particular that I wanted to talk to...and then this cute guy sat down on the bar stool next to me. Having a bit of liquid courage I started talking to him about the Justin Timberlake playing on the tv's. M kept giving me the thumps up and cute guy and I kept talking and talking. At one point he asked me if I was straight to which I responded by laughing and grabbing his knee. I could have "gone upstairs" but I thought it would be better too be patient.I did give him a good night kiss though. We have plans for Monday. I can't wait!
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