Tuesday 8th May 2001
Today's mood: :-/


Hm. The point of stopping at DaveW's after the curry was that I could get a nice few hours of sleeping before heading off to work early in the morning. After all, I was starting to flag a bit after the meal and didn't fancy two hours on the M4 trying to keep my eyes open.

In reality, of course, I didn't get any sleep at all. I'm not entirely sure quite how to interpret the situation, but I think I've got it right. Because we had been out late, paule decided he would crash at Dave's as well - purely for convenience. Paule is a rather aesthetically pleasing but very straight 18 year old - or thereabouts - and seemingly most gay men who meet him feel the need to "check" his heterosexuality for weaknesses.

With Chris in his drunken flirting mode, paule had been playing a very evil (but amusing game) of sexuality cat and mouse. As - I think - I'd been in the same boat of molestation, the game was played along the lines of "James stands more of a chance than you." That put Dave in a queenie-panic "over my dead body" frame of mind.

So. The outcome of this was that Dave refused to leave paule and I together in case I were to manage to ravish him - save for essential bodily functions such as getting cigarettes from another room or going to the toilet. Cute, in a completely predictable way. The veil was made "credible" with the addition of "I'm going to stay up and watch films."

Alas, watching films involved keeping them loud to keep himself awake (I assume to stop me from sneaking in and kidnapping straight boy whilst he was asleep) - which in turn kept me awake all night, meaning I spent today completely wasted and in need of sleep. Quick pop-to-loo-to-sleep breaks every hour. At 3am I could hear Star Trek. At 5am it was Stargate. I decided then that I'd go next door and whore on gay.com (which is difficult on a teeny-keyed laptop) and smoke the remaining cigarettes, by which point both of them were suitably dead on the sofa - apart from Dave who'd jolt upright every twenty minutes or so just to make sure I wasn't performing corrective therapy or anything.

All very intriguing considering this did mean his boyfriend - who fancies me - was in bed alone. Perhaps I should've done it just to make the point? I think perhaps there's still a little bit of miffed-ness over my doing an Owen on Saturday.

By the time I left work, I'd been awake about 32 hours, save for a quick hour of shut-eye at 8am when I got home from London to shower and change. Nothing else much happened.


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