FINALLY...GOOD NEWS!

Wow, the universe doesn't hate me after all! Within the last 24 hours I got word that I found a (part-time) job and a new Roomie to boot! Details...

For the last 8 months my older brother has been supplanting his income by working as a bouncer/doorman at 2 different bars (both owned by the same guy). Now that he no longer needs the extra money, he successfully talked the owner into passing the "torch" to yours truly!

Obviously, checking ID's and throwing drunk people out onto the street is not my dream job, but it's one that I am more than capable of (oh man, I cannot wait to bounce some douche bag wearing a neckerchief).

I won't get rich with this job, but it will certainly provide me with MUCH needed income, not to mention, I actually think working in a bar will be fun. It's practically my natural habitat after all. Even better, the laid back bartenders give my brother drinks and such, so, there is little downside, as far as I can see.

OK, now, more importantly...New Roomie is scheduled to leave for home next Tuesday. I can't believe it's been 5 months already, and although I will really, really miss him (we became super good friends) I am excited about my New New Roomie!

He's my age, presumably gay, a doctor (actually a Resident M.D.) and perhaps of greatest note....he's fucking SMOKIN' HAWT! Seriously, when he came to check the place out last week, I literally got lost in his eyes. Lame? Totally. But it's true.

That being said, I will maintain (to the best of my ability) a professional/platonic relationship. Even my over-sexed mind can anticipate the potential pitfalls of fucking my Roomie. However, as my bro's GF pointed out "he probably has really hot friends". I hope she's right. But the bottom line is, I found someone cool, responsible and...well, you get the idea.

Can a get a WOOT?