Nigel's possibly slightly less stupid love life

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

HEY NIGEL

ARE YOU BUSY IN LIEK 30 SECONDS FROM NOW?  YOU SHOULD TOTALLY COME OVER AND HANG OUT

I've been reading some of Mr. Language's work on privilege; it almost kind of makes me wish he was on the board, because he has a lot to say that I think most of the people here would find interesting.

I'm not quite ready to be that naked in front of him, though. He makes me kind of nervous; he's intellectually formidable.

[NotPublished]

Ohh I know what you mean... But does he talk as if he went to Finishing school or the likes?

See how he goes with the dinner plan

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

No finishing school sort, just talks like a normal college graduate. Kind of rough-and-tumble in some ways, and very handy with building things and whatnot, as well as whatever it is he does... opening schools and making documentaries and radio DJing and generally making the rest of us look like boring chumps. He's from Tuscon originally (should I be afraid, Dok?) and then spent some years in Honduras doing something with poor people. Hopefully not murdering them for organs.

On a completely unrelated subject, I got proposed to by one of my friends, again, and I'm starting to think he might not be kidding. It's a little disturbing. He wants a babby. I don't want any more babbys.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I has pretty Italian boy. Ohhh pretty!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

So I had my second/third date with Scooter Boi/crossdresser last night. It was great! We discussed important factors, such as that he does not want a girlfriend right now and that I don't want anyone to move into my house, ever. Also his feelings won't be hurt if I suddenly fall in love with someone else.

In honor of Mark Growden I am renaming him Fuck Boy. I wish there was a decent recording of that song because he's stopped performing it. That's one thing about some people when they stop doing drugs; for some reason they become prudes. WTF. Half of what makes Growden great is that he's a lascivious bastard... or was, anyway.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Mr. Language shaved all of his facial hair and it turns out he is ridiculously handsome. I had no idea!

Last night we agreed that we are dating. This is the weirdest courtship ever; he still hasn't even tried to kiss me. On Sunday we are driving out to Beaverton to do something mysterious that he says I've probably never done before; I'm not sure whether to be afraid, but he is from Tucson.

[h-town]

First impulses are usually best but not always long term best

[Adios]

I thought you kept a fully stocked man stable.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I thought you kept a fully stocked man stable.

Right now it's only Fuck Boy and Mr. Language. I no longer sleep with Surfer Boy because we became really good friends and decided to just do that instead. I'm really not into the hippie, even though he's really sweet and cute, and the other one isn't really worth mentioning.

I don't really have time for more than two, anyway.

[Adios]

I'm jealous. My junk doesn't work anymore.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

That's why I gotta make the most of this while everything's still reasonably young and functional.

[Dysnomia]

That's why I gotta make the most of this while everything's still reasonably young and functional.

I'm jealous. My junk doesn't work anymore.

Stupid pills

[Adios]

That's why I gotta make the most of this while everything's still reasonably young and functional.

I'm jealous. My junk doesn't work anymore.

Stupid pills

Lexapro = limp. 
No Lexapro = raging asshole.

Either way I loose.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Using my new mad pick-up skills, I texted Fuck Boy "Want to make sandwiches? I mean, watch a movie and drink beer?"

He does.

[BADGE OF HONOR]

My best pickup text ever was "I just made bread.  Come fuck my bread.  Er, eat me out."