  It Looks Like Im Dating Again Oh, and I knew that would get you interested. Scanning this next paragraph for a name, an explanation I took Kyle to the neighborhood pool this afternoon.
Such a stunning summer day, about 80, high pressure keeping the sky brilliantly clear. We both showed up without our sunglasses, but we soon decided that it wasnt going to happen without them. So he grabbed my keys and walked back to the house. And I watched as he walked, his back to everyone, every woman in the place was taking a look.
Yes, even the 10 year-old little girl. She couldnt stop staring at him the whole time we were there. And of course she couldnt! Almost-Pro baseball player whos in the best shape anyone of us will ever get to see on TV or otherwise. Then theres me, the girl hes with. Ha! Im feeling like something out of National Geographic as I lay on a chair beside him.
Stretch marks, 30-50 pounds of spare weight, out of shape and pasty pale next to this guy. Well, it assuaged my usual self-consciousness that keeps me from public bathing, late night spa adventures, and wearing anything originally designed for a woman. Then I got it the other way. We were out shopping for his costume for the party tomorrow. I directed him to a smoke shop in Oside to buy a pipe for his outfit (after the marathon of looking for other things). So, Im walking around by myself while hes picking this up, and I run into my AA SPONSOR from when I was a teenager.
A nice enough dyke named Janice who I last saw during my furious running period, during mile one of a 13 when I was still lit up like a background singer for Bob Marley. I used to get high before Id run those things. We chatted rather awkwardly for about a minute before I moved along, telling her I came into the area for costume crap with a friend of mine who I was no longer certain Id be quick to find.
I like the way Kyle shops. He doesnt babysit when he changed his mind and goes on to something else in the distance that catches his eye. Yet I didnt know where hed gone. In the interim, Janice told me of a costume shop only blocks away. I thanked her and left to look for Kyle. He wasnt at the smoke shop; he went to the cigar shop across the street from it. We left it together, heading back to the car that happened to have us pass by Janice once more. I asked her again where the costume shop was.
Information transaction complete, we started on. And I saw a brief expression that lingered on her face as we passed. The raised eyebrow bit shot in his direction. NO NO NO NO NO! IM STILL QUEER! WERE NOT THIS IS...!!! THIS ISNT!!! DAH!!! Reality remembered. Thatll teach me to use Kyle as a crutch. 
