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Gaychat and my very own personal Asshat.
Richard is someone from Cape Town. I met him online about two years ago and for some strange reason (and it really is strange, because he’s an odd fellow) he and I just clicked. We tried the romance thing for a few weeks but soon came to the conclusion that we both sucked at it and gave up.
Richard has recently survived a peanut tumor (the size of a peanut) to the brain, which he had surgically removed a few days ago. I tease him now about it because in the past he has only ever had batshit crazy girlfriends, which we now blame on the tumor. And in being his mate, I was privy to all the stories about the bunny-boiler chicks. I’m immensely relieved he’s okay, without his peanut. It means I have my chat buddy back and also, you know, that he’ll continue to live life and stuff. But mostly because I have my chat buddy back. We’ve been catching up. Be privy to our most recent gaychat:
Richard: Nothing’s changed here.
Me: Wish I could say the same. Actually, I don’t, I like my life now – this year has been good to me.
Richard: Yes, you’re happier now I can tell.
Me: you can? How? I’m the same with you as I’ve always been
Richard: No, but I can just tell. It’s something about you.
Me: do tell!
Richard: you’re permanently orgasm-glowing
Me: hahahaha! WhatEVER!
Richard: its true man, and you KNOW it.
Me: Wait, define orgasm-glowing.
Richard: well when a boy and a girl love each other very much…
Me: oh, man! I didn’t know you meant that.
Me: and you? No crazies lately? You’re boring without your peanut, Richard, go find a crazy to entertain me with!
Richard: I have had only 1 run in with a crazy in the last 3 months. Just so you know, I’ve put you in the crazies too.
Me: WHAT?! I did nothing! I wasn’t even remotely crazy.
Richard: See the problem is I don’t have any other categories
Me: snort! So make one, here, I’ll even name it for you:
The One That Got Away.
I think its lovely.
The One That Got Away <- even looks lovely in bold
Richard: hah! I prefer Thank Goodness category.
Me: Asshat.
Richard: oh please, you love me and my asshat.
Richard: wears proudly
Me: what exactly is an asshat anyway?
Richard: I’m not sure, could be a hat for an ass. Or a hat made from an ass.
Me: yeah, but why? I mean, it just doesn’t make any sense
Richard: because donkeys need hats too Sheena. Obviously.
6 Comments to “Gaychat and my very own personal Asshat.”
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Any ladies that want to have awesome chats like that, you know where to find me.
At Number 1 Awesome Street.
Obviously.
But seriously, I love my gayChat friend like I love Steri stumpies. And that’s a lot.
*loves*
Awwww, even more than the Marshmallow flavoured Steristumpie? Cos I mean, that would be total dedication, that.
I have no idea why “Marshmallow” has a capital “m”. That’s just silly.
Sooo… he’s no different without the peanut?
Is it the peanut that made him grow so big?
LOL he sounds like a good friend
@SheBee Yes, even more than that. I’m a dedicated fellow me (even if I am a little odd).
@Angel I’m not sure if it is. I’d like to think it had more to do with Jungle Oats, since I eat the freaking things every day and i don’t even like them!
@Jeanette Of course i am. Duh.